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SB Begrudgingly Loves Prints

If you were to ask me whether or not I gravitate toward prints, my instant response would be a resounding no.

But that answer would, in fact, be utter bullshit. One look at my closet belies the notion that I’m all about understated and elegant solids.

Turns out, I tolerate florals, like plaids, love Chinoiserie and worship polka-dots (white on navy, if you must know).

This article in the NY Times Style Magazine posits that prints make us happy because they hearken back to a simpler time. But also, that prints can be polarizing –  you either love them or hate them.

It does not explain, however, why I think I hate them, but secretly love them.