Who would have thought there could be a crush on olive?
It doesn’t seem right. Olive – well, olive is very – olive.
I don’t actually think of olive as olive, I think of the sludgy, slightly dull but very flattering soft shade of green as khaki.
Khaki has become my new black.
It is now one of my neutrals, ever since I let the hair do its own thing. Going grey not only required an injection of self-confidence but also a re-think about what colours worked in the wardrobe. The khaki is a welcome change from black and the shades of grey that appear to dominate my everyday wardrobe.
Like grey, there are many shades of khaki.
One of the shades I prefer was once called olive. I am not sure in my mother’s day if olive was a thing but I don’t remember her wearing this colour ever.
p.s She still dyes her hair and she is fast approaching 100 years. (If she had excellent eyesight she would most likely tell me to dye mine too.) Perhaps olive was not on her radar.
This jacket (mad about this one – shape and length with touch of extra detail) will be a change from my Old Navy twill field jacket. If there is one coat I have worn and worn, it is this one. I mean worn until I can barely look at it anymore. It has probably been one of the best buys I have ever made. If you don’t have one, it is worth a peak and it is back in stock in a variety of camouflage and colours. Not to be missed and the definition of more dash than cash.
I will if you will. xv
Khaki Is The New Black
image, olivia palermo via marie claire