It's funny. I used to be somewhat of a chameleon of style. Some days I loved a boho vibe, other days I went glam, and still other days (I'm cringing as I say this one), I straight up wore sweats and didn't even bother to care. Back to the prehistoric times where blogging didn't exist, I never noticed how much my style changed, or even how awful it was at times. But thanks to the constant documentation that is my life, I now clearly see it all, the good, the (very) bad, and definitely the ugly (I mean, did I forget to buy a mirror?!). I've strayed from the boho and ditched the sweats (and picked up a mirror!) and landed somewhere in the middle. I can see now why Switzerland likes to stay neutral. It's a good place to be. It provides a safe zone, where all your pieces match and everyone gets along. On the rare occasion, it's fun to stray slightly outside the lines, bringing back a touch of color for a tropical vacation or getting glam for a night on the town. But the neutrals that have become my uniform are where I like to be.