The Fashionista

I like fashion. I’ve always liked fashion. There’s something about a well put together outfit that screams this person knows what they’re doing. When we have down time at work my friend Cathy and I look through the fashion magazines.

There is a huge difference between runway and red carpet.

For the most part, the women walking down the red carpet for whatever event are looking good. I dream of looking that good. They are in designer gown and borrowed jewels and look fabulous. OK. Gaga doesn’t count.

A few days ago I was flipping through the pages of Vogue. Pages and pages of the latest runway fashions. One such page featured a waif-like woman in a flapper era dress complete with fringe, wearing neon green and beige pointy toed loafers and sporting black socks that reached up 1/3 up her calf. This is fashion? This is ridiculous. People would cross to the other side of the street if they saw me coming towards them in that get-up. I know the bohemian trend reappears time and time again, but that looked to me more like a trash bin trend. But what do I know? I’m not a fashion editor. The only one that could get away with wearing an outfit like that would be SJP as Carrie.

I do like trends. Everything old is new again. If we used this as our mantra the clothing industry would go down faster than the Titanic. Imagine saving every piece of clothing, knowing that in, say, five or six years that clothing item would be back in style. Not only would our closets be bursting to the seams but our wallets would be a little fatter and we could go on that Mediterranean cruise we've always talked about.

At any rate, I don’t think I’ll ever be able to squeeze back into the bell bottomed jeans I have stashed in the depths of my closet. And anyway, who really wants to relive the 70’s?? I think I’ll stick to the here and now but I’ll try to avoid pointy neon green oxford loafers!

Happy New Year!