Bored To Good Measure!
Some are left better un-bespoken!
Having your newest pseudo-beau make suggestions about your wardrobe, is one thing...having him tell you, for the better part of your BREATHING LIFE, you have been a fashion mistake, is quite another! I have proudly admitted my missteps and faux pases-of-fashion throughout my teens and lean-green years; these moments have cost me nothing and taught me much. To be sure, my maternal ties have lent some odd combinations to my style: my MOM wears embellished thai jackets with modified sarees and I have too; but most of the time I am spotted in something simple and classic. Which brings me to the 'discussion'...
He asked gently enough what labels I wore while growing up. From Ohio to Upper Michigan, throughout California and all states southern, my mother kept me in basically the same labels: Best & Co., Ralph Lauren, Gloria Vanderbilt, Vineyard Vines, LL Bean, Lacoste and black labelled Gunne Sax for nostalgia's sake. We shared Petit Bateau once the women's line became interesting to my mother. I sometimes was not popular (in a positive way) due to this type of clothing, but I had no real say until I was older. By then, I was a regular at every thrift store from Miami to Palm Beach reverting to tailored Brooks Brothers, Paul Stuart- Women and others when I needed to make an appearance with Mommie. Those my age whom were unfortunate enough to have met me while I was with my mother- being the proper daughter- would joke that my hair bun was too tight; my skirts too long; my shoes too plain. I was virtually unrecognizable in my club clothes- not because they were risque, but because they were to-the-season haute! Now that there is a great deal less club-kid in me and a great deal more of my mother's hoped-for daughter, my pearls dangle more often from my delicate neck than a chucky Miu Miu necklace. I believe it was the parachute minidress from All Saints that ruffled his feathers: the 'younger woman' on his arm, that looked younger than she is (made up or not), with the trendy cocktail dress, gained him his embarassment. Is it MY fault I am the height most of those women were at twelve?! I suppose I should risk skin cancer with constant sun exposure in order to age my skin to its proper years? One thinks not! After the multiple tailoring and bespoken gifts that DO compliment my wardrobe but insult my individuality...I have runaway to Florida. New York wasn't warming up as quickly as it needed to for my taste!
I have heard men whispering that women attempted to/succeed in changing them; they either sound as though there was some sort of relinquishment or conquest involved. I once had a male friend announce to us that he would be wearing more suits and ties for his Eurodoll of a girlfriend. He did not realize, until he'd spent the cash that although she looked, and for the most part acted, the well-refined Eurodoll, she was NO LADY. After having her embarass our circle on more than one occasion (with mannerisms and talk better described as euro-trashy than avant-garde), he was so disappointed, he abandoned the relationship and the style. Remember: everyone appreciates a lady whom speaks her mind only when she expresses her RIGHT mind- be logical and reason what is appropriate.
I will not be so drastic...I will invite my newest beau down for walks on the beach and sailing off the coast. Who knows...maybe a few lunches at the Club with Mommie will make that wonderful feeling return that I had for him at the Inauguration and the Super Bowl...
All this Pygmalion drama is possibly due to a lack of Vitamin D from minimal sunlight in Gotham. However did I survive the first time I lived there?
Having your newest pseudo-beau make suggestions about your wardrobe, is one thing...having him tell you, for the better part of your BREATHING LIFE, you have been a fashion mistake, is quite another! I have proudly admitted my missteps and faux pases-of-fashion throughout my teens and lean-green years; these moments have cost me nothing and taught me much. To be sure, my maternal ties have lent some odd combinations to my style: my MOM wears embellished thai jackets with modified sarees and I have too; but most of the time I am spotted in something simple and classic. Which brings me to the 'discussion'...
He asked gently enough what labels I wore while growing up. From Ohio to Upper Michigan, throughout California and all states southern, my mother kept me in basically the same labels: Best & Co., Ralph Lauren, Gloria Vanderbilt, Vineyard Vines, LL Bean, Lacoste and black labelled Gunne Sax for nostalgia's sake. We shared Petit Bateau once the women's line became interesting to my mother. I sometimes was not popular (in a positive way) due to this type of clothing, but I had no real say until I was older. By then, I was a regular at every thrift store from Miami to Palm Beach reverting to tailored Brooks Brothers, Paul Stuart- Women and others when I needed to make an appearance with Mommie. Those my age whom were unfortunate enough to have met me while I was with my mother- being the proper daughter- would joke that my hair bun was too tight; my skirts too long; my shoes too plain. I was virtually unrecognizable in my club clothes- not because they were risque, but because they were to-the-season haute! Now that there is a great deal less club-kid in me and a great deal more of my mother's hoped-for daughter, my pearls dangle more often from my delicate neck than a chucky Miu Miu necklace. I believe it was the parachute minidress from All Saints that ruffled his feathers: the 'younger woman' on his arm, that looked younger than she is (made up or not), with the trendy cocktail dress, gained him his embarassment. Is it MY fault I am the height most of those women were at twelve?! I suppose I should risk skin cancer with constant sun exposure in order to age my skin to its proper years? One thinks not! After the multiple tailoring and bespoken gifts that DO compliment my wardrobe but insult my individuality...I have runaway to Florida. New York wasn't warming up as quickly as it needed to for my taste!
I have heard men whispering that women attempted to/succeed in changing them; they either sound as though there was some sort of relinquishment or conquest involved. I once had a male friend announce to us that he would be wearing more suits and ties for his Eurodoll of a girlfriend. He did not realize, until he'd spent the cash that although she looked, and for the most part acted, the well-refined Eurodoll, she was NO LADY. After having her embarass our circle on more than one occasion (with mannerisms and talk better described as euro-trashy than avant-garde), he was so disappointed, he abandoned the relationship and the style. Remember: everyone appreciates a lady whom speaks her mind only when she expresses her RIGHT mind- be logical and reason what is appropriate.
I will not be so drastic...I will invite my newest beau down for walks on the beach and sailing off the coast. Who knows...maybe a few lunches at the Club with Mommie will make that wonderful feeling return that I had for him at the Inauguration and the Super Bowl...
All this Pygmalion drama is possibly due to a lack of Vitamin D from minimal sunlight in Gotham. However did I survive the first time I lived there?
Labels: Comments better left un-bespoken, Why you never tell a hottie her wardrobe isn't haute
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