Just when you thought I’d finally grown up and learned how to dress myself…
Won’t happen. Ever.
See, I was raised old school and preppy. I joke that my stepmom is the real Emily Post. Long-time readers might recall that I was smitten by and purchased some yellow suede sandals, but in the heart of winter, when I can’t remember what a not-salted sidewalk looks like, I’m here to tell you… I need to admire suede from a distance.
I digress. I don’t wear white after Labor Day, even though it’s on trend this winter. Here’s the problem… I had no business wearing white (or cream or pale pink or…) before I took a job with four mechanics and gallons of grease of every variety. Have you seen Sissy? The girl greets me with her front paws in my hands (and yeah, I grab them every time) and slurps a big, wet kiss across whatever she can reach. Gretchen Greer requires constant physical contact, and we live in the land of red clay.
Anyway, now I’m wondering when I should retire my beloved green cords – very narrow whale, in both skinny jeans and a tunic – and when I can bring out my lace and eyelet, because sturdy girl that I am, I still love me some lace, eyelets, pearls and … ooh, shiny!
See, as confident as I am, I am also a rule-follower, so don’t just tell me not to let trends dictate what makes me happy, wear what makes me happy, etc. I’m fine bucking a trend… as long as Miss Manners agrees.