I don't care much about fashion, but I certainly like clothes. Contradictory? Not at all.The whims and vagaries of fashion no longer interest me, and I rarely follow what is happening on runways as that has little effect on my life. But a great pair of shoes or a perfect dress, some inventive spin on a basic or a knock-me-over-with-a-feather coat and I get a little weak in the knees. My closet is full, yet the siren call of something fabulous and new often calls.
A friend recently commented that I was lucky because I have a lifestyle which allows me to dress creatively, as opposed to her life which she described as being not worthy of artful dressing. Baloney! While it is true that I get to show up at work while she shows up in her studio, I show up like this out of choice.
I went to the movies the other night with a friend and decided to toss on my new sassy shoes, just because. They made me happy, and as my friend can attest, made others smile with delight. Could I have shown up in flip-flops or sneakers? Sure, but I didn't, my choice. Could he have shown up in his fleece vest and dad-jeans? Yep, but he, too, is trying on some new looks - and looking and feeling good.
My daughter has said it perfectly: "If you have to get dressed, why not make it fabulous?". Why not, indeed!