I like reading my horoscope - make of that what you will. I don't live life by them and more often than not I forget what they've actually prophesied, but even so a perusal is a must. Whilst scrolling through 'The Coveteur' I noticed their 'Astrology Zone' by Susan Miller, and well, I couldn't resist.
Some of what I read was scarily on point (perfectionist, blah, blah, blah), other bits left me in hope (a career is supposedly in the midst of late next year) and some had me questioning whether I was reading the right sign (my best feature is my stomach?!!), but what got me thinking was Virgo's apparent affinity for nature. I like waking up and seeing a glorious day staring back at me, I love hearing the little birds titter away, I can be convinced into going for a walk but mostly I keep nature at arms length. Hayfever and a childhood plagued with weird rashes from grass, pollen, shrubs, actually just about anything outdoorsy, has left me on high alert around the labours of Mother Nature.
Susan Miller states that Virgos' are inextricably linked to nature, being born at the time of the Harvest, they are imperative to the letting go of summer and the preparation of autumn. Therefore their colours reflect the darkening of the landscape: hunter green, chocolate brown, teal blue and navy. Apart from brown - which I don't tend to wear so much of - I could get on board with this recommended colour palette. However, Miller asserts that Virgos' rule the tiny flowers on the mountain side and in the fields, thus making anything floral feel completely 'you'.
(Orla Kiely SS15 - masterclass in kitsch flower power)
But hang on, I'm a Virgo, I'm 'me' and I don't own a single floral anything. Does this mean that in fact I'm not 'me' at all? Is this where I've been going wrong all these years? Melodramatics aside, I did wonder why I'd avoided florals all this time. Was it a conscious decision that I'd subconsciously forgotten about? I figured that with spring fast approaching maybe it's time to change my ways. It might be nice to wear something emblazoned with the very thing that usually sends me into a sniffling mess, like Superman fashioning a kryptonite necklace to prove what a badass he is.
Like synergy or perhaps it's just that weird 'they know everything' thing that mother's have, my own walked in with a floral blouse and it was brown, making that two of Miller's boxes ticked in one wispy ruffled blouse. I've yet to wear it yet but that's only because I'm waiting for the perfect flared jeans to appear. I think they'll make the perfect partnership - although Miller never said anything about Virgos' denim preferences so I'll have to go this one alone and hope Mercury doesn't go into retrograde on me or something.
(HOH SS15 - showing that florals don't have to be ditsy)
I also discovered that Paris is Virgo-ruled - I think that means that when I get there I'll get a parade in honour of my zodiac sign or something - and for Virgos', "god will always be in the details", which is pretty much code for sartorial pendanticism and I love it. I'll keep you updated throughout the year on the correlation between reality and my forecasted horoscope. To check out what's going on with your zodiac sign click here >>>
(Image via: thecoveteur.com, designscene.net & fashionistabarbieuk.com)
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