Today was decidedly less medieval then yesterday. The grey bluster and cawing of crows was replaced with this:
I sigh. I enjoyed the mist and foggy drear. But I suppose one can enjoy sunshine as well. So I took a break from my vague English accent and medieval imaginings and decided on a foray into the world of high fashion.
I dressed the part as photographer.
I assembled the accessories department staff:
And prepared for a photoshoot.
During the change of seasons I get a bit befuddled on what to wear. This is because I am from South Florida where the fashion choices of my youth were never determined by weather. I’ve lived the past ten-plus years through glorious springs, summers, falls and winters, but apparently still do not have enough experience to stylishly welcome a new season. In the spring, sometimes I wear flip flops with a heavy coat. When the weather turns cold in October, I reach for my husband’s sweat pants. And his sweat shirt. And I am quite cozy. Why don’t I just own my own sweatpants or sweatshirt, you ask? Why on earth would I buy something so hideously un-chic as sweat pants?! After a few weeks of being barefoot with sweaters or in snowboots with tank tops I eventually find my groove.
And that groove usually involves a jean shirt. And jeans. It’s a good, easy look for me, in which I am quite comfortable. Denim can be dressed up, dressed down, made warmer, cooler. It’s very versatile.
But back to the sweats and leggings. Right now I am wearing my husband’s sweat shirt. If it were made in an expensive billowy silk (and you called it “billowy”) and had GAUTIER blocked across the front of it (instead of “Wesleyan University”) it would be an ironic “statement piece” of my wardrobe. I have cotton leggings on printed with a denim–looking floral print. If they were a thin buttery leather and made by Chloe or Somfr Ench de Signer, I would be so styling right now, rather than en my pajamas. I appreciate fashion much in the same way I appreciate art. If you call it fashion, it’s fashion. And haven’t you seen Pret-a-Porter? I did, in French. Which pretty much makes me an expert in fashion. Or naked. Either way, non?
So here are my (and baby’s) fashion rules and DO’s and DON’T’s.
- (Trying) Not to wear yoga pants during activities other than yoga. And really, yoga pants are sort of terrible for yoga. They are so thick and hot. I prefer thin, cotton leggings. I actually have a real problem with all athletic wear. Am I really SO active that I need special sweat-wicking fibers covering my entire body? And takkies…( takkies=sneakers/tennis shoes)…I am calling them takkies from now on because that sounds so much better. And then there can be at least one good thing about them. Unless I am running or walking very long distances or on my feet for hours and hours, why would I wear takkies? No matter how much neon or shiny things they have on them, they are ugly. Going to the grocery store is not a sport which requires takkies.
- Not wearing costume jewelry. I don’t know why. I don’t have anything against it when other people wear it. I just would rather wear less of the real stuff. Even if this means wearing basically the same thing every day (gold hoop earrings).
- Not owning my own socks. I have tights and pantyhose. But my husband has plain black socks. And I just wear those if I need some. A childhood in South Florida probably also has something to do with my aversion to socks.
- One can never have too much leopard print.
- One can never have too much black.
- For the wee ones, the girl clothes can be so overkill with the pink. A lot of times I just buy her t-shirts from the boys section, slap a pink bow on and call it good:
- Having messy hair. Sometimes a slick ponytail, a tight braid, a sock-bun is a total DO. But when it doubt, forgo the brush.
- Fringe is always a do. On accessories. And coats don’t count as accessories.
- Polka Dots.
- Cajun Shrimp nailpolish by OPI: Pink, orange, red. Somehow Cajun Shrimp is each of these shades. This is the color I wear on my nails. I might do a sparkle (I invented white with ombre sparkles) or a neon (neon yellow only) on my toes. But no weird nail trends for my hands, thanks.
- Finally, have fashionable muses. So when you are wearing your husband’s sweatpants you are still at least an appreciator of fashion. Mine are Rike and Tracy.
So we’ve established: jean shirts, jeans, Cajun shrimp nail polish, gold hoop earrings and avoid athletic wear at all costs.
The accessories may change a bit. And the cuts, the fabrics. But in a perfect world, I would wear essentially the same thing every day.