So, I actually did it. The thing that fashion folks usually wag their fingers at. I wore a brown belt with black trousers. Yeah, you heard me right. For ages, I’d heard it was a big no-no, like wearing socks with sandals, but on a more serious level, apparently.
It all started pretty mundanely. My go-to black belt, the one that’s seen better days but still did the job, well, it decided to retire. The buckle just gave up. Popped right off. And of course, this happened on a morning when I was already running late. You know the drill – one thing goes wrong, and then it’s a domino effect. I was rummaging through my drawer, getting more flustered by the second.
The Moment of Truth (or Desperation)
There it was, my old brown leather belt. A good quality one, but brown. And my trousers for the day? Black. My first thought was, “No way. Can’t do it.” All those ingrained “rules” started flashing in my head like neon signs.
I even had a little internal debate, a mini-meltdown, if you will. My brain was like:
- “This is gonna look ridiculous.”
- “People will think I got dressed in the dark.”
- “It’s just… wrong!”
But then, I looked at the clock. I was seriously out of time. It was either the brown belt or no belt, and going beltless with these trousers wasn’t an option. So, I just thought, “Ah, what the heck,” and threaded the brown belt through the loops of my black trousers. I braced myself for the fashion disaster I was sure I’d created.
The Aftermath and Some Thoughts
I stepped out, half expecting to feel weird all day, or for someone to make a subtle comment. But you know what? Nothing. Zilch. Nada. Nobody fainted. No alarms went off. I even caught my reflection a few times, and honestly, it didn’t look bad at all. The brown was a nice, rich shade, and the black trousers were, well, black. They just… worked. It was actually a pretty decent look.
This whole experience got me thinking. It’s a bit like this one time with my old neighbour, Mr. Henderson. He was obsessed with his lawn. Had to be cut every Thursday, diagonally, with his specific mower settings. One summer, his mower broke down. He was in a total panic. I offered him my mower, which was perfectly good, just a different brand. He looked at me like I’d offered him poison. “No, no, it has to be my mower, my settings!” He let his lawn turn into a jungle for two weeks while his mower was in the shop, rather than just use a different one. All because of his self-imposed, rigid rules.
And I think that’s what a lot of these fashion “rules” are. Just old habits or opinions that someone, somewhere, decided were law. But who says? Sometimes you just gotta try things out for yourself. If it looks good to you, and feels right, then why not?
So, brown belt with black trousers? I’m not saying I’m going to make it my signature look every single day. But will I do it again if I feel like it, or if my black belt decides to take another vacation? Absolutely. It felt kinda liberating, to be honest. Like I’d broken a silly, invisible chain. Turns out, some rules are just suggestions, and sometimes, they’re just plain wrong for you. Go figure.
