What I Wore | Navy and Silver

Every once in a while I pick out my outfits based on the shoes that I want to wear. I find that this not only forces me to wear all the shoes in my closet but it also helps me to get a bit more creative with my outfits.
Take these silver shoes for instance. I bought them on a whim. In my mind's eye I knew I could style them up with many things that I already owned. But when it came down to it, it took me a while to actually wear them.
Navy seemed like a good place to start. I love this dress. I can't wait to wear it more once it gets warmer. The pink cardigan added a pop of colour and kept me warm on my morning commute.
How else would you style these silver shoes? Do let me know in the comments below.

Dress and sweater: Thrifted (Gikomba); Shoes: Bus Station; Earrings: Dubois

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