As a child I never considered myself an artistic individual. When I took my first and last art class in the tenth grade nothing was more confusing than the colour wheel. Don't get me wrong primary colours are easy peesy. It's the whole complimentary colour situation that really makes my head spin.
Even now as I find myself inching into adulthood I still don't give two hoots about whether or not my look is going to burn your corneas out and I don't think that will change. Although it's a bit unconventional, and there are quite a few days in which I look like a messy mess, I've come to terms with the fact that there is no way to find what really works for me, clotheswise, without failures and casualties.