I had a working session today with a Fashion entrepreneur/Fashion designer. I love meeting with creative people because they are often extremely good looking and being near them is like eating La Duree macarons while listening to Bach. They have an air about them, an halo: is it the fitted cashmere coat, the biweekly facials or the lighting of the places where we meet? Who knows but I often find myself longing after their freshly pressed silk blouses (90% of what I own has never been ironed) or the neat stitching of their cuffs: all evidence of wealth, savvy shopping or at the very least general good taste.
I am enchanted and inspired; their glow touches my face. When I get home, I want to eat Quinoa, I promise I shall remove my make up every day before going to bed to have better skin, and I am adamant about tidying up the book case in my living room which generally looks like trash compactor units piled on top of each other. I am so random, I know. But after 1 hour, I realize that I am truly starving because I had only a faro soup (which really was a broth with some spinach leaves and few faro grains) in a 5 hours meeting when really I wanted to order the burger. I thus end up sandwiching some cheese in between 2 home made cookies baked by Thor…That’s when I know the spell has been broken. Oh well.
Anyway, when I meet with fashion people I tend to be overly self-conscious about what I wear because I know that their professional eye and brain will notice and know everything about my outfit: how many times they saw me with the same pair of boots, what fabric my jacket is made of, which brand it is, etc. It gets worse when these people are women because I am a woman who loves to dress to impress women rather than men. I get stage fright. I thus decided today to play the ‘comfort’ card. If you cannot look nice, look like you are comfortable. People will always envy that 🙂
In the end the whole outfit was kind of meh: partly comfortable, kind of ‘unfinished’, a tad too safe..So bland that even an attempt of a Bowie inspired hair do failed to spice it up. I guess you can’t always get it right.
Cardigan from Joie, Gap body black dress, golden brooch found in a crazy Antiques barn in Barryville (I pinned it on simple canvas tote bag), a golden belt, a faux fur russian hat which ended up not working out (either the hat got smaller -unlikely – or my head got bigger -worrisome) and Celine boots.
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I think you’re one of those women who would fab even in sweat pants! Love the look!
Thanks darling, you look foxy yourself mama!!! I do look good in sweat pants when wearing a very tight body shaper underneath LOL
*would look fab lol
Can I just say that I love you! You seriously crack me up. I would give my right arm to have it ‘together!’ I figure a one armed fashionable person is better than my hot mess ass!!
Thanks Mama, love you too! We may be in sweat pants most of the time but at least we can laugh about it. I also noticed that sweat patches are very noticeable when wearing silk blouses so better stay away from them anyway when running after our tots 🙂
TOTALLY works – and what the hay is a Bowie-inspired hairdo – from which Bowie era? Such a great description!!!!
Stardust: high on top and sleek combed on the sides, but my hair gel was not strong enough 🙂
Makes you a total bam bam (Suffragette City)
“I love meeting with creative people because they are often extremely good looking and being near them is like eating La Duree macarons while listening to Bach.”
Love this (and also the hair).
Haha next time you see some , sit next to them, bask into their light and know someone else on the other side of the world is laughing with you xo
Giving the arty ones a serious run for their money.. xxx
Thanks so much !!! have a great week end xo