So the theme of the day seemed to be "what not to wear." Now, I'm no fashion expert... In fact, I'm surprised I haven't been nominated for the show What Not to Wear, based on my old, worn- in clothes I've been sporting since high school (with a few added items from my college days). However, I usually know when something just doesn't look good, and, surprisingly, this is not something everyone can see.
I was sitting next to my grandmother at my little sister's high school graduation two weeks ago. As room filled with small-town folks from the Vieve, my grandma kept commenting, "Gosh, Beth, there's just no style these days," and as more people passed our spot on the gymnasium bleachers, "Damn, it looks like anything goes.." Well, Grandma, that's only in Missouri... err, more specifically, Ste. Genevieve.
Today, an intern proved me wrong. I don't know where she was from, but she was infesting North Carolina with abysmal clothing choices and accessory combinations. Another fellow intern, who shall be named "Birdie," can back me up on this one. I don't want to describe it directly, lest the offender might read this; however, I would be happy to describe the abomination in person.
In any case, I got to thinking about some of the poor fashion choices I've made, and remembered one particular sweater that my best friend Jenna and I purchased in bright blue (Jenna's) and bright magenta (mine, of course).
Imagine the above sweater, but in one of those colors and with two ribbon ties in the front instead of the wrap effect... bad. No one, not even an Arctic dweller, needs that much faux fur.
I'm sure there were many more poor fashion decisions that I made and can't remember right now. And, I'm sure you have your own as well. If you think of one, post it! I love stories...
So, today's lesson: A mirror check before you leave does wonders...
p.s. I'm still up for being nominated for What Not to Wear... A $5,000 shopping spree sounds glorious right about now!
June 3, 2010 at 8:37 PM
That sweater looks incredibly familiar. I don't know whether to be proud, embarrassed, or run and hide.