So I
finally broke down and bought a pair of “skinny” jeans (which, of course, means
that baggy bell-bottoms will be all the rage next year, ladies).
I’ve
resisted them because they look so, well, skinny. And tight. And uncomfortable.
Something for teenagers, not middle-aged women.
But
I’ve been seeing a some of my friends wearing them, fashionably tucked inside
boots or with cute little mary-jane-type flats and no socks.
So,
I took the plunge. Plunked down my credit card and brought a pair home.
Turns
out, I actually kind of like them. They’re warm! And the fabric, even on the
ones that look like jeans, is stretchy so they aren’t as restrictive as I
thought they’d be. I’ve worn them tucked inside boots and with the ballet
slipper flats. They’re cute. And here’s the big flash – when I’m wearing them I
feel pretty stylish. Now that hasn’t happened in a while.
Sometime
in the last few years, the styles have changed, and my body has changed so that
shopping for new clothes is tedious and confusing. Seriously, there are days
when I look through the racks of women’s garments and wonder, what the hell do
you do with that? And more often than not, I walk (or run screaming) out of the
store empty-handed. Or, just as likely, I end up buying something for my
twenty-one-year-old daughter because all that cute clingy stuff might actually
look good on her.
Okay,
I’m over the skinny jeans, but really, does everything have to be skin-tight? I
guess lace is in, and I’d love to have a few more lacey items in my wardrobe,
but it seems that all the lace is stretched over some Spandex-type fabric. I
tried on a darling shirt the other day, with a flower-like lace design on the
front. Loved it. Until I turned around! The three-way mirror said it all. The
back of the shirt had no lace – just a clingy layer of fabric so thin
it was practically transparent. Sigh. Empty-handed
again.
