Now granted, in the name of full disclosure I’m currently wearing a fuchsia colored polo with “Barbados” embroidered in the left corner, khaki pants and blue Vans, hardly a fashion plate. Perfect combination of laziness, comfort and bad taste. So in the last couple of days I’ve noticed others too are struggling with what to wear on transitional weather days. I saw a middle-aged man wearing a backpack over his shirtless tattooed torso, saw a young woman in a sequined black tank top pushing a stroller, saw a 40 something woman in hot pink shorts with “BEACH BUM” across her behind. But my favorite look was what appeared to be five-year old twins, one still hanging onto the last glimpse of summer in a floral sun dress with matching flip-flops as her sister chose jeans and a XXL gray hooded sweatshirt falling fashionably over her eyes.
So the most I know about what might be fashionable this upcoming season comes from the Today Show, borrow dark lipstick from a vampire and dress like you’re in an episode of Mad Men and you should be all set. I was thinking about a child I saw in Port-au-Prince, he had a shirt on that said, “my grandparents went to Ontario and all I got was this lousy T-shirt” or some catchy phrase like that. I remember thinking that shirt was a long way from Ontario or anyplace folks read English. What one person thinks is cute another finds essential. What one finds chic another finds a waste of time and money. I wish I had a better fashion sense, I know folks that do, you know who you are, but it’s not me. I’ll never wear something that was last seen on the runway in Milan, more like the back corner of Target.
Well, enough rambles for today, this sling around my head seems to match everything!
“Fashion can be bought, style one must possess.”
…a quote by someone I never heard of but would love to have seen her closet.
As a child my Fall Fashion purchases included, new school shoes (from Chandler’s if
I was lucky), peter-pan colored white blouses and a uniform from Cassons. I think that’s why now dressing stylishly seems elusive and risky….like…..who are you kidding! I wasn’t educated to dress well. In college I wore a selection of men’s flannel shirts, jeans and overalls… now I’m in mostly anything black. But all this doesn’t really
make me want to relive it and have a do-over. As Popeye says “I am who I am… and
that is all that I am.”
Esme, you give yourself too little credit, let’s not forget I first saw you in Milan!