Tuesday, March 12, 2013
Three's My Limit
Every religion I can think of (without doing much more research than one of my style-blog posts deserves) puts some serious significance on three.
It's the the biggest number I can automatically count in multiples beyond 12 without pausing to think.
It's absolutely my glass-of-wine limit before falling asleep.
It's often associated with magic in fairy tales (three bears, three little pigs, three wishes ... I'm sure there are more.)
It's the number of lines it takes to make a triangle, which is really an important part of geometry and you really need triangles when you draw pointy things ... dunce caps, stars, vampire fangs.
It's the number of points used in triangulation (duh!) ... which is, in navigation, the location of an unknown point by the formulation of a triangle having the unknown point and two known points as the vertices. (I have, in fact, done this. Once. With help. )
It's the absolute maximum number of scoops one can practically pile on an ice-cream cone and still manage to eat most of it. I know this from experience.
And three is the maximum number of prints that I have managed to mix successfully. I'm sure that more are possible. But any more makes putting an outfit together too much like work, and more work than I want to do getting dressed for ANY occasion.
Navy and white stripe knit blazer plus
Navy and white polka-dot peplum top plus
Navy and white abstract print scarf = Taaaa Daaaa!
( And how about that little yellow leather belt ? Yes? )
What's your print mixing magic number?
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