Today my friend Big Mama is hosting the Spring Fashion Fiesta, in which we should post "the dreams we have for our closet".
I don't blog about clothes very often, mostly because (unlike my fashion-savvy friends), I don't have a lot to add to the conversation. My primary fashion goal boils down to this:
Don't embarrass anybody.
And it is not something I always achieve. Go ahead and ask Sophie about the time in Africa I almost wore white socks--with pink toes--with sandals, because we were getting on a plane and my feet were cold. I believe Sophie's exact words were, "Honey, I love you too much to let you do that."
I would like to tell you that I neglect fashion because I'm such a Deep Thinker, and because I'm generally Too Serious to care about such frivolity.
In fact, it's because I have such serious hair issues that the part of brain that governs personal appearance is just too tied up wondering what to do with my bangs.
But in the spirit of Big Mama's carnival, I will do my best to muster up my very paltry fashion observations:
1. Low-waist jeans are of the devil.
I know they are fashionable, but there are very few people that can pull this off, especially if you have ever housed another little human in your abdominal area. I have made it my goal to find jeans that are fashionable but still actually come all the way up to my belly button, in order to hold everything in. Anyway, low-waist jeans serve no purpose for me, because no one ever sees my waist band. I haven't tucked in a shirt in the last seven years, nor will I ever again, most likely.2. Empire waist shirts are the greatest invention since disposable diapers.
Shirts that are snug around the bust and then flowy around the mid-section cover a multitude of sins. That's all I have to say about that.3. I hope capri pants never go out of style, because I will never stop wearing them.
The alternative to capri pants, of course, are shorts, and those days are long gone for me. I will wear capri pants until I die, long after they go out of style. My grandchildren will shake their heads at me for this the same way I shake my head at women who wear polyester pants. I do not care.4. Can we please just get over the high-heel thing already?
Everybody's wearing high-heels with jeans. And capris. And even shorts. Whatever. I suspect that the person who first started this trend never had to chase a three year old through the frozen-food section. If I feel I must have a heel, I generally go with wedges. They're much easier on the feet.5. Men dig skirts.
Or at least, my man does, and he's really the only man I'm worried about. Every spring, when I start wearing skirts again, he always says, "I love it when you wear skirts! Why haven't you been wearing them?" And I remind him that it's been, you know, winter. But all spring and summer I make a special effort to wear sporty skirts a lot. They're cooler than pants, and my husband swoons. Oh yes. He swoons.
And that is all.
For a longer list of posts from people who actually know what they're talking about, head over to Big Mama's place.
