Tart
Over-analysis of ANY aesthetic is damaging to us all!
It started out innocently enough...I was replacing items I'd lost to 'the purging flames' and decided I wanted to right certain 'imbalances' within my past wardrobe. Like,... no matter where I've lived, I've kept my boot collection to the basest minimum. While I was in Ohio this last time (TO BE SURE! it is THE LAST time!), I had three pairs of boots. According to my mother, one did not truly count as a fashion boot since I'd originally purchased it as a field boot for riding. Then there were the booties and the Uggs. This sparceness caused considerable damage to my shoes that I would often trot out into the harshest weather, never a care of whether the leather treatment was still working. I knew my moving- even temporarily- would cause a dent in my finances... I decided to stick to my neutral-tone philosophy again where my wardrobe was concerned, and allow my accessories to be my true palette. This was my philosophy before yet, it had been horribly ignored within the past three years. I am still acquiring 'replacements' for my favorite ensembles...you cannot go wrong with outfits you were always complimented on. Moving here, my darker palette is reigning supreme...which brings me to the 'obsession'.
I have ignored, damned and flaunted my feet for years: ignored because they seem to be functional and never give me half as much trouble as my naughty tresses; damned because finding adult-styled shoes for a size five-and-a-half/six foot is a fruitless mission at times; flaunted because at times the gods do smile upon me and my being able to wear the display model gets me discounts in South Florida and LA boutiques! So,when I saw that a few of the designers I love and many of the styles I adored were on sale on the 'Net in MY SIZE- boots no less!- I jumped at the opportunity to pluck this foot-oriented ambrosia from the fashion orchard. I bought new Hunter wellies first...my past pairs had served me well through trips to Vancouver and New England. Then there were the 'dangerous' pony-hair boots with the python design; the versatile velvet thigh highs; the LL Bean hikers; the Gorsuch ski boots; the suede wrap arounds with the wedge heel and the fox fur trim; the leather and suede combos with the woven leather shaft (in various colors and designs); the thigh high 'robin hood' style with the flat heel; the various leather/suede stack heel boots that look so retro (think Stevie Nicks in Fleetwood Mac); and just last week, the black stretch PVC thigh highs from Victoria's Secret. I have worn these day after day.
It has been rainy/snowing and going from the fifties to the thirties...what better fit for a girl that loves minis? Before I made the purchase I DREAMT (EVERY Fashionista dreams of KA! clothes and accessories- don't they?) of a pair of thigh high woven leather Bottega Veneta boots with a three-and-a-half inch covered heel...in my dream they were so yummy I wore them over skinny Rag & Bone jeans with a vintage The Clash tee...the outfit was attention grabbing at best! Why dream about BOOTS and wearing said boots while prancing around The City? I was content to assume it was because if acquired, these boots would NEVER leave my feet! Alas, I had to pacify my Budget-worrying Self with the stretch boots...they have helped soothe me. Missing milder climates more often than usual (if only my Floridian and Bahamian friends would stop calling!), I have taken to only going out of the apartment as it is direly necessary. This allows me to prance about the apartment in wool shorts, patterned tights, grudgy tees...and the boots. My boots were quite friendly when I went down to retrieve the mail...they made a new friend. Although he was not anyone I would pal about with, my boots seemed to appreciate his admiration. I declined this gentleman's invitation to 'chaperone' an evening with him and my boots, and we parted ways.
Early yesterday, my mother and I were utilizing my recently plugged in webcam. My mother often asks, while on the phone, what I or my sisters are wearing. She is not superficial but truly believes your daily dressage connotes who you are, or at least, who you would like people to see you as. Yesterday, I had to make a quick run to the organization I am doing research for, then it was back home. My mother only saw my Ralph Lauren cashmere sweater and pearl necklace, thus assuming the bottom was as conservative as the top. After almost an hour of back-and-forth, I became thirsty and excused myself to retrieve a bottle of water from the fridge. As I returned to my chair, my mother's face showed quite a bit of surprise. "Mummie?...something wrong?" "You went to the office today?" "Yes?" "How long were you there?" "Not long enough to remove my coat-" "How LONG IS your coat?" I laughed, "Mother! the one I got from Neiman's before I left Ohio!" "Good enough I suppose...what is that you're wearing on your backside?" I smirked then stood up in a grand fashion, "A skirt-" "What is SKIRT made of?" I glanced down for affect, "Pleated satin- I believe." My mother raised an eyebrow, "It would seem one is going about on a great deal of faith today-" "How so?" I asked while reseating myself. "You seem to have absolute faith that those around you will deem that outfit appropriate." Her comment was not lost on me, but to show my disapproval of HER judgmental attitude, I decided to feign ignorance to the true meaning. "Oh don't worry mother...I have on these fishnets and the boots are PRACTICALLY up to the hem of my skirt. Well, I must be going-" "Before you go skipping away in that naughty school girl getup-" "MOMMIE!" "Listen- what was on your mind when you decided to put that outfit on this morning?" I though very carefully about what has been going on in my life within the past four months...Colin, Andrew, TJ, the fire, my conflict with my sister, my moving here... "Well...I supoose I was feeling a bit...rebellious. Like, I needed to control SOMETHING." My mother nodded knowingly, "I see...Have you gotten that quite out of your system now?" A smile found its way across my face, "Not quite yet- no." My mother giggled, "Then Mommie will let you go then, just be careful..." then she added, "I don't recall raising any TARTS!"
You could be one of the nicest most intelligent women in the world- the second-coming of Mother Theresa!- but contrary to what men tell women in clubs, short skirts DO NOT a smart girl make. Unless,...of course, she is going for some affect that manipulates a situation in her favor...then she is a VERY smart girl indeed!LOL Do not be oppressed, dear reader, by what other's think of you; but always remember lazy minds utilize an Ockham's Razor approach to judging others: 'Whatever is on the outside must be true on the inside', to them it is the simplest answer. Wear fashion like body armor: let it cloak and protect you, and sometimes intimidate others! Remember "The Devil Wears Prada" (2006)?
It started out innocently enough...I was replacing items I'd lost to 'the purging flames' and decided I wanted to right certain 'imbalances' within my past wardrobe. Like,... no matter where I've lived, I've kept my boot collection to the basest minimum. While I was in Ohio this last time (TO BE SURE! it is THE LAST time!), I had three pairs of boots. According to my mother, one did not truly count as a fashion boot since I'd originally purchased it as a field boot for riding. Then there were the booties and the Uggs. This sparceness caused considerable damage to my shoes that I would often trot out into the harshest weather, never a care of whether the leather treatment was still working. I knew my moving- even temporarily- would cause a dent in my finances... I decided to stick to my neutral-tone philosophy again where my wardrobe was concerned, and allow my accessories to be my true palette. This was my philosophy before yet, it had been horribly ignored within the past three years. I am still acquiring 'replacements' for my favorite ensembles...you cannot go wrong with outfits you were always complimented on. Moving here, my darker palette is reigning supreme...which brings me to the 'obsession'.
I have ignored, damned and flaunted my feet for years: ignored because they seem to be functional and never give me half as much trouble as my naughty tresses; damned because finding adult-styled shoes for a size five-and-a-half/six foot is a fruitless mission at times; flaunted because at times the gods do smile upon me and my being able to wear the display model gets me discounts in South Florida and LA boutiques! So,when I saw that a few of the designers I love and many of the styles I adored were on sale on the 'Net in MY SIZE- boots no less!- I jumped at the opportunity to pluck this foot-oriented ambrosia from the fashion orchard. I bought new Hunter wellies first...my past pairs had served me well through trips to Vancouver and New England. Then there were the 'dangerous' pony-hair boots with the python design; the versatile velvet thigh highs; the LL Bean hikers; the Gorsuch ski boots; the suede wrap arounds with the wedge heel and the fox fur trim; the leather and suede combos with the woven leather shaft (in various colors and designs); the thigh high 'robin hood' style with the flat heel; the various leather/suede stack heel boots that look so retro (think Stevie Nicks in Fleetwood Mac); and just last week, the black stretch PVC thigh highs from Victoria's Secret. I have worn these day after day.
It has been rainy/snowing and going from the fifties to the thirties...what better fit for a girl that loves minis? Before I made the purchase I DREAMT (EVERY Fashionista dreams of KA! clothes and accessories- don't they?) of a pair of thigh high woven leather Bottega Veneta boots with a three-and-a-half inch covered heel...in my dream they were so yummy I wore them over skinny Rag & Bone jeans with a vintage The Clash tee...the outfit was attention grabbing at best! Why dream about BOOTS and wearing said boots while prancing around The City? I was content to assume it was because if acquired, these boots would NEVER leave my feet! Alas, I had to pacify my Budget-worrying Self with the stretch boots...they have helped soothe me. Missing milder climates more often than usual (if only my Floridian and Bahamian friends would stop calling!), I have taken to only going out of the apartment as it is direly necessary. This allows me to prance about the apartment in wool shorts, patterned tights, grudgy tees...and the boots. My boots were quite friendly when I went down to retrieve the mail...they made a new friend. Although he was not anyone I would pal about with, my boots seemed to appreciate his admiration. I declined this gentleman's invitation to 'chaperone' an evening with him and my boots, and we parted ways.
Early yesterday, my mother and I were utilizing my recently plugged in webcam. My mother often asks, while on the phone, what I or my sisters are wearing. She is not superficial but truly believes your daily dressage connotes who you are, or at least, who you would like people to see you as. Yesterday, I had to make a quick run to the organization I am doing research for, then it was back home. My mother only saw my Ralph Lauren cashmere sweater and pearl necklace, thus assuming the bottom was as conservative as the top. After almost an hour of back-and-forth, I became thirsty and excused myself to retrieve a bottle of water from the fridge. As I returned to my chair, my mother's face showed quite a bit of surprise. "Mummie?...something wrong?" "You went to the office today?" "Yes?" "How long were you there?" "Not long enough to remove my coat-" "How LONG IS your coat?" I laughed, "Mother! the one I got from Neiman's before I left Ohio!" "Good enough I suppose...what is that you're wearing on your backside?" I smirked then stood up in a grand fashion, "A skirt-" "What is SKIRT made of?" I glanced down for affect, "Pleated satin- I believe." My mother raised an eyebrow, "It would seem one is going about on a great deal of faith today-" "How so?" I asked while reseating myself. "You seem to have absolute faith that those around you will deem that outfit appropriate." Her comment was not lost on me, but to show my disapproval of HER judgmental attitude, I decided to feign ignorance to the true meaning. "Oh don't worry mother...I have on these fishnets and the boots are PRACTICALLY up to the hem of my skirt. Well, I must be going-" "Before you go skipping away in that naughty school girl getup-" "MOMMIE!" "Listen- what was on your mind when you decided to put that outfit on this morning?" I though very carefully about what has been going on in my life within the past four months...Colin, Andrew, TJ, the fire, my conflict with my sister, my moving here... "Well...I supoose I was feeling a bit...rebellious. Like, I needed to control SOMETHING." My mother nodded knowingly, "I see...Have you gotten that quite out of your system now?" A smile found its way across my face, "Not quite yet- no." My mother giggled, "Then Mommie will let you go then, just be careful..." then she added, "I don't recall raising any TARTS!"
You could be one of the nicest most intelligent women in the world- the second-coming of Mother Theresa!- but contrary to what men tell women in clubs, short skirts DO NOT a smart girl make. Unless,...of course, she is going for some affect that manipulates a situation in her favor...then she is a VERY smart girl indeed!LOL Do not be oppressed, dear reader, by what other's think of you; but always remember lazy minds utilize an Ockham's Razor approach to judging others: 'Whatever is on the outside must be true on the inside', to them it is the simplest answer. Wear fashion like body armor: let it cloak and protect you, and sometimes intimidate others! Remember "The Devil Wears Prada" (2006)?
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