It all started on Halloween when, for the second year in a row, I didn't have a costume and wanted one at the last minute. You know those emergency Halloween parties? Well, I went to one.
As I stood there behind the spiderwebbed cupcakes and the green-colored cheese bread, my friend said she liked my vest. "Did you make it?" she asked (having made her Bellatrix costume herself--including the corset and everything).
"Um, no," I answered. "I bought it a long time ago."
At that moment I realized that the huge belt, the white shirt with the awesome cuffs and collar, the slightly big and funky jewelry, the boots and, of course, the vest that I still wear under suit jackets were all items from my own wardrobe. My own wardrobe.
My personal style through the ages has been "Modern Pirate!?"
Luckily, I still have both calves intact and a serious aversion to knickers (my first 6th grade boy/girl dance--don't ask) or I think people would expect me to call my kids "scurvy dogs" and yell things like "blimey" in the grocery store parking lot.
Last night, my mom wanted me to buy my own Christmas presents from her at Nordstrom. I forced myself to bypass the nicely faded, slightly flared, exotically pocketed and slightly ripped jeans (just perfect to go with that pirate vest) in an attempt to mature my style a bit. I'm a grown woman after all, I shouldn't look like I ought to have a parrot on my shoulder. So I got some dark jeans--no cuts or rips--a sweater and this shirt.
Ahhh the shirt: crinkly soft cotton, pin-striped in a reddish and whitish, with a button-up plackard in front, long-long sleeves that force you to roll them up in a funky way to show off the very large, decorated cuffs...
Yes. Pirate shirt. It was the only one I liked!!!
As I stood there behind the spiderwebbed cupcakes and the green-colored cheese bread, my friend said she liked my vest. "Did you make it?" she asked (having made her Bellatrix costume herself--including the corset and everything).
"Um, no," I answered. "I bought it a long time ago."
At that moment I realized that the huge belt, the white shirt with the awesome cuffs and collar, the slightly big and funky jewelry, the boots and, of course, the vest that I still wear under suit jackets were all items from my own wardrobe. My own wardrobe.
My personal style through the ages has been "Modern Pirate!?"
Luckily, I still have both calves intact and a serious aversion to knickers (my first 6th grade boy/girl dance--don't ask) or I think people would expect me to call my kids "scurvy dogs" and yell things like "blimey" in the grocery store parking lot.
Last night, my mom wanted me to buy my own Christmas presents from her at Nordstrom. I forced myself to bypass the nicely faded, slightly flared, exotically pocketed and slightly ripped jeans (just perfect to go with that pirate vest) in an attempt to mature my style a bit. I'm a grown woman after all, I shouldn't look like I ought to have a parrot on my shoulder. So I got some dark jeans--no cuts or rips--a sweater and this shirt.
Ahhh the shirt: crinkly soft cotton, pin-striped in a reddish and whitish, with a button-up plackard in front, long-long sleeves that force you to roll them up in a funky way to show off the very large, decorated cuffs...
Yes. Pirate shirt. It was the only one I liked!!!
Comments