Damn I’m tired. Spent too much time at a family function, where it was too hot and too loud and I already started with a headache that just got worse. Ugh. On a high note, I’ve been perusing the catalogs for the new fall fashions (always a cheerful endeavor) and I’m glad to say longer shirts are coming back. Yay! My tummy was tired of being cold.
This fall there are lots and lots of really rich-looking clothes with a few different “looks”, such as classic chic, baroque, Russian peasant, etc. Lots of velvets and brocade and rich colors. It’s like the whole fashion world is following Anthropologie’s cue. Now you have to understand, I’m not normally a “run right out and buy the new trend” girl. I’m more of a “classics that fit well” kind of chick, with a few special items thrown in to spice things up. You know, because sometimes, let’s face it, the trends don’t work, don’t fit, don’t look good, or are impractical. (Did I cover all the bases? Oh wait, there’s also emotional knee-jerk reaction. I forgot that one.) However, I am LOVING all the fall clothes! I wasn’t sure why they were so appealing, they just were. Some of them weren’t even things I would buy. Then it clicked… I love them because they remind me an awful lot of the clothes I had in my dress-up trunk when I was a little girl. I loved playing dress-up then, and I still love it now. Who doesn’t like to play dress-up? It’s so much fun, you get to be someone different with every outfit (even if it’s only in your head). And now that we’re adults, we can do it every day if we want to! OK, every day is a little hard, but “sometimes” if we work at it (and sometimes just for survival’s sake). I’ve already been plotting to get my hands on a few key pieces and the destinations to wear them out to. Now I only need a job. “Mom” doesn’t pay too well, darn it all.
Oh yeah, remember that “emotional knee-jerk reaction”? I also noticed CAPES were featured. That’s definitely a no-go. No matter how luxurious the cape might be I could never wear one. It reminds me too much of the drama kids from college – but not the cool drama kids who were outrageous and flamboyant and really fun. No, capes were always worn by the drama kids who took themselves way too seriously, who liked to sneer down their noses at anyone who mentioned theatre (such as, Hey great performance!), and muttered continuously about Shakespeare as if they had a personal relationship with him. And besides being unpleasant they also just looked dumb. There, I said it, they looked dumb in capes. I’m sorry, but the only people who can pull off capes are starlets from the 20s… or Gwen Stefani. That’s it.
So that’s it, no capes for anyone, no Blue’s Clues, and… um… well, the list will continue. Next time anyone sees me I, hopefully, will be wearing velvet and tweed, trying to look inconspicuous as I hide from the KGB. That’ll be my story anyway. With maybe some brocade heels. And a fedora for the kid. Yeah, that’ll do it.
- the weirdgirl