Friday, March 22, 2013

Wardrobe Issues

Today I feel like I should be on an episode of What Not To Wear -- you know, that show where friends or family nominate someone to be shanghaied and have their entire wardrobe criticized. I feel like that because I  am slightly fond of the outfit I'm wearing today; I can imagine myself standing in that 360 degree mirror explaining why my outfit would easily shift from day time college teacher to a nice dinner out with my husband. The hosts would be sniggering at me.
This morning, I'm wearing a dark purple silk shell with black velvet slacks; they're real women slacks with a zipper on the side. I have a black cotton cardigan on top of the purple shell that has one button at the top.
Then, I felt like I needed some color, so I put on a pair of red shoes.
The silk of the shell feels good against my skin and it comes down a little longer than the sweater, breaking up the solid black.
Yet, I'm certain that Clinton and Stacy on What Not to Wear would tell me that I'm off base.
This feeling about wardrobe uncertainties comes on the heels of me swearing last week that once my kids are finished with college, I fully intend to buy some new clothes. Of course, that's five years away, so maybe I better embrace the feeling of looking good, even if I wouldn't win accolades on What Not to Wear.

5 comments:

Lucia said...

wear what your comfortable in

Just Me said...

You are too funny. The topic is way too big to tackle even in my own mind ... I currently just ignore what I'm wearing ... which I'm sure would more than qualify me for the show.

Vicki said...

I'm a firm believer in wearing whatever you like and what feels good on you. I'm sure you look awesome!

Linda said...

I always feel pretty good about what I'm wearing until I'm with other women then I feel underdressed, sort of sloppy, but, on the other hand, I'm comfortable.

judi said...

what-- no picture?

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