I used to love tartan; however, it has become ubiquitous thanks to Instagram, akin to the textile version of the Cult Gaia half moon bamboo purse. Waves of nausea that were so severe that they could only be compared to morning sickness, overcame me when I saw a blogger post a photo of her glowing in a black watch tartan scarf during the first week of September. It was eighty degrees that day. I would be glowing with sweat too.
Tartan should be reserved for the time between the week prior to Thanksgiving and New Years Eve. Controversial opinion? Maybe. Am I correct in my opinion? Absolutely.
Get that esh off my timeline until at least after Halloween passes.