editing my outfits …
June 3, 2009 § 7 Comments
I began with a single fashion faux pas and morphed into a second one. First, I was feeling jaunty and not as hot as usual because I had ditched sporting any jacket or blazer type thing and wore a very cool knit top and slacks, along with patent leather pumps for a little pizzazz. I felt fine ’til I headed to Nordstrom at lunch to return some capris. While there, I glimpsed myself in the mirror. I was aghast. My nifty top was not-so-nifty. Its sleeves were shorter than I realized and my arms looked well, like, well, BIG. Big and bare.
I couldn’t go back to work without … something. And there were no jackets in my car. (why would there be? oh, because I often have some kind of nifty little jacket in my car.) I walked deeper into the mall. Someone had to have something, quick, inexpensive, and perfect. OK, I could ditch the “perfect” part.
J. Jill loomed ahead. Mmmm, well, not my fave, too loose, too blocky. But we’re talking about lunchhour power shopping. I zipped in. Yes, I could use help in finding any type of jacket, maybe a sweater. The first two items the salesperson presented were like tissue. I don’t do tissue. That’s for teens.
She had energy, though and kept going. We both searched the racks. I ended up with five things to try on and in about 12 minutes, walked out with two: a structured navy sweater and a white denim jacket. The salesperson very kindly cut the tags off the sweater. I put it on before walking back into the office. “Hey, that’s a nice sweater,” a colleague said.
Phew. I felt better.
Cut Samson’s hair and he’s powerless. Take away my blazers and boyfriend jackets, and I’m , well, shy.
Only thing was, I fell into another faux pas. Sweater was navy. (top and pants were white and grey.) Shoes were black. Not a match. I’m pretty sure no one noticed, though.