Vintage Brooch on Sweat Shirt, 2011 I think I’ve revived the costume jewelry
industry.
~ Madeleine Albright,
former Secretary of State
I’m tired of fighting with my clothes.
Too many mistakes haunt my
closet.
How I wish I could wear an all black uniform - jeans, tee-shirt, short black skirt, blazer, long skirt, cardigan, turtleneck, striped tees for contrast.
The end.
This would simplify life so much. A few scarves, simple jewelry.
I’m out the door.
Is it my developmental stage? No longer a 3 year old little girl who changes clothes twice before snack time, I’ve morphed into living out of a suitcase in my own bedroom, pretending I’ve got a plane to catch at LAX.
The weight goes up, the weight goes down, the waist gets round.
I work the quads, thighs shrink, WTF?! Now I’m really screwed.
What size am I? The newest existential question.
After 50 years in LA, I can still wear jeans to the Taper if I load the blazer lapel with brooches à la my idol, Madeleine Albright and toss the scarf
like a proper French matron.
Years ago we took the kids on a business trip to Manhattan. On the Statue of Liberty ferry returning to Battery Park, an uber-stylish young woman in work clothes like The Devil Wears Prada looked down at me, even though we were the same height, and asked if we were in from the suburbs on a field trip with the kids. Was I that obvious in my olive green cords? No, I smiled brightly, we’re here from LA.
Doubly scorned, her look said.
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