In my oh-so-square little world I've tried to play by "the rules" of fashion...most of them make a lot of sense to me, I grew to like and even embrace those rules...I was comfortable with those rules....but oh my gravy kiddos...all of those rules have been tossed out the window.I am throwing in my "fashion don't" towel. Our new First Lady wore glitter for her first official daytime appearance....ayyyyeeeee! Oh dear oh dear oh dear, I'm sorry...call me old fashioned, call me Mrs. CrabbyPants. It is what it is...a really big glamour "don't".
I'm looking forward to "Change"...bear with me while I get used to all of it, this reaching across the aisle. I'm stuck in my ways, but I'll try hard to change with the best of them.
The lovely Mrs. Obama isn't the first person to give me cause to pause...this whole fashion shake-up has been going on for quite some time, but today was the final blow...the proof is in the Presidential pudding.
So....I'll change. What will I wear to embrace change?
For starters:
flip flops and a hoodie to a memorial ( toe frostbite will be a problem in winter)
strappy open toe high heels in the snow....(more frostbite, and of course a pedicure for any toes that survive that initial case of frostbite)
fuzzy wool in the summer....(followed by a nasty rash when I have a hot-flash)
intenionally visible bra straps (guilty...but it wasn't intentional!)
crisp white cotton pants in December (never wear white on my lower half...therapy to follow for all)
corduroy in August (more hot-flash issues on the horizon)
diamonds (blingggg) for daytime (note to self *save up for diamonds)
a white dress to a wedding that isn't my own (all three of my sisters-in-laws wore white to my wedding...who knew they were trend-setters?)
a splashy print frock to a funeral (oh dear, I'm visibly squirming)
white shoes from Labor Day to Memorial weekend (they will be orthopedic, it just makes sense)
and...
lots and lots of cleavage, daytime cleavage, night time cleavage, all the time cleavage...if ya got 'em flaunt 'em! (even if said cleavage is that of a wrinkly fifty year old chubby girl who got too much sun in the 70's)
There will be a period of adjustment so please bear with me. If you happen to spot me wearing dark jeans or slacks, a conservative sweater, a jacket that covers my rather ample rear end and sensible shoes...please bear in mind that it will take some time for me to assemble the appropriate attire for all of these new changes.
