I went out shopping for clothes, because my personal fashion pendulum has swung again.
Three years ago I turned against all shirts with patterns and buttons. They all looked messy and the collars were always askew. I gave away anything buttoned. Every shirt I own now is in a solid color with a scoop neck that I can pull over my head.
Recently two things have happened:
- My plump little wattle has morphed into a turkey wattle terminating in a stack of neck rings echoed by the scoop collar and
- I have been watching old episodes of The West Wing and admiring C.J.’s style.
Before and After
“I could do that,” I thought, “I could get a white shirt and pair it with a suit and a shell and leave the top three buttons open.”
Because that look is TIMELESS, not dated at ALL, only of course it is. Still, I wanted a shirt with buttons and a collar to hide my neck, if only in profile.
After two days of shopping I have grown to appreciate my current wardrobe, because everything I have tried on either flattens me or plumps me in the wrong spots and somehow I gain thirty pounds in the dressing room. It’s like I’ve been living in a clothing bubble, surrounded by friendly flattering clothes, and now I’ve had to meet clothing that hates me and does not share my views.
After two days I ended up with three shirts, none of which look at all like the shirt above, only two of which have buttons, but at least I look like a human in them.