Ed. Note: My great pal, D.A. Wolf, went shopping. She saw, she sighed, she succumbed. Then, and this is the best part, she offered to share with us. If you want more from her, and who wouldn’t (?) with her brilliant writing and creative mind, click here please.
I didn’t try on the Hervé Leger.
I didn’t try on the Hervé Leger.
I was proud of myself for that, as the colors were captivating. Then again, well aware of their price point (and my lifestyle), walking away from these bandaged beauties wasn’t as hard as you might anticipate.
I didn’t even approach Neiman’s, Nordstrom’s, Bloomie’s or Saks. (That hurt!) And one sideways glance at the smaller boutiques was more than enough to tell me I’d enter (and leave) aching.
So I didn’t enter. Not even the shoe stores!
You know how it is. Either the wallet is wanting, or the styles are a No Go. You gaze, you glaze, you wander away… crestfallen.
But this… This was immediate. My breath caught. My heart skipped a beat.
Yes. Le coup de foudre.
Love at First Sight
Its tender golden tone. Its inviting nubby texture. Even on the mannequin in the window, I had to admire its little pencil shape, but with “give” in the hips – ideal for a curvy (and I-Would-Like-To-Be-Able-To-Breathe) fashion conscious woman.
And the seduction didn’t stop there. Flaunting its flattering pockets with subtle stitching detail, I could imagine slipping a skinny cell phone in one, and a tiny tube of lip gloss in the other.
As for the somewhat shorter than (my) usual hem length, and my no longer luscious girlie gams?
Tights work wonders!
But why this extraordinary impulse for a skirt that conjured canaries – or maybe pumpkins? I was confused. Madly in love, mind you. But confused.
And then I got it.
You know what happens when you catch a glimpse of someone who bears a striking resemblance to your first love, or your greatest love, or possibly your latest love?
The hottie in the window was reminiscent of an Ann Taylor skirt I’d purchased more than 25 years ago, some 900 miles (and a lifetime) away. It was a wonderful relationship, and I remember it fondly.
The skirt was terrific quality – all the “good ones” are – and we were inseparable. I wore it often, wore it in France (*sigh*), and wore it happily for more than a decade.
Ain’t love grand?
Mind Over Middle?
Like many of the women I know, I have a closet full of clothes, of which one quarter may fit. (Is there any nodding in the house???)
I justify keeping one or two sizes that are too small as “motivation” to lose those stubborn (and clinging) five to eight pounds.
Sometimes I accept my changing form as is. Other times, I hang onto hope of someday slipping back into my flirty fours. Hello, Wishful Thinking and Lingering Body Image Issues?
And so, despite an overflowing closet, I’m left with insufficient options at present.
This little skirt?
Like every well-tailored pencil skirt, it’s classic and versatile. So why not in an enticing fabric and unusual color?
I tried it on. It fit perfectly. And it was on sale!
With an important upcoming meeting in mind – I bit, I bought, and I lit out of the mall with my new treasure.
But several days later I found myself alternately buzzing with pleasure and feeling guilty. I worry over every dollar, like millions of women. So what was this, really? Spending savvy or royal rationalization?
“I Can’t Afford This”
Ironically, that very day I came across an article on Huffington Post Women addressing four little words (as the writer says) – “I can’t afford this.” It’s an article on money problems and it poses an important question: Why is it so hard for Americans not to spend? Or rather, why can’t we simply say we don’t have the money – if we don’t?
No doubt we could debate everything from keeping up with the Joneses to emotional shopping versus emotional eating. Yet the articleincludes an implicit assumption that debt is the result of unnecessary spending, overspending, and that all spending “for appearance” falls into both categories.
And I don’t think that’s categorically true.
What about the necessity of the right clothes for an interview or client meeting, and the impacts of notappearing successful? Can’t that translate directly into lost (financial) opportunity?
As for my new purchase, I was determined to forage in my closet for whatever would accompany the Much Adored New Separate.
I found several black sweaters, tops, and jackets that work, and an assortment of scarves that add panache. My stash of autumn and winter tights are standing at the ready, and Anne Kleinblack boots, picked up for a song a few years back, seem to suit.
In person, my sassy skirt is more gold than orange, and I hope not to be channeling a Halloween trickster. I will add that my adorable acquisition is equally smart with a crisp white shirt, bare legs, and black pumps.
So what’s the verdict? And I’m curious to know –
- Are there times you spend more freely than others, regardless of the budget?
- When do you treat yourself to a surprise purchase, as I just did?
- Do you judge “successful” at least in part by a polished appearance?
|Look at what a “pop” of orange can do to black. Nice boots. . . Pretty woman.|