You Know What I Mean?

I am ambivalent about this cravat, its navy blue field, its raspberry sherbet stripes dribbling down brightly and invitingly.  There's nothing egregious about it, and it's summery and almost pretty.  But because the blue is rather somber, the pink looks shocking and wanders into tacky territory.  It's sort of like strolling past a buffet laden with treats like lobster, brie en croute, and pâté and finding salami rollups and Velveeta.