With the holidays fast approaching, it’s no wonder the
catalog companies are testing my postman’s biceps. Poor guy must really get a
workout schlepping all the fashion, gift and toy catalogs. Last night I flipped
through a couple of my favorites and realized I’m hopelessly out of style. I
used to know what to wear but moving to a deserted golf course for ten years
has altered my sense of style. Silk blouses were too hot when the mercury rose
past 89 degrees and suit jackets slumped on a chair most of the day. At least I’ve
learned that shorts aren’t for middle-aged women. Skinny, tall or short and
plump,
please don’t wear shorts to anything. Not even a golf tournament. They are ugly
and unless you’re one of the
Bud girls or something, don't even consider wearing shorts
with boots.
But what do I know? I like dresses and I cannot lie. My favorite dress style is
from before my mother went to school and I also love the vintage dresses from when
my grandmother went to school!There's no denying the pink, the lace and the style of the dresses from the early part of the 20th Century glorified the weaker sex. Something my extra large athletic build and 5 foot 9 inch stature can only dream about. Weak? Me? Not unless I'm sick.
Ubiquitous jeans, however are my go to, for cool days and long winter nights.
Let me get back to these
fashion
catalogs and what women are subjected to wearing in
2015. Certainly nothing "weak" about either of these acceptable styles:
1. Severe political
statement, candidate-style suits
or
2. Robin Hood meets
Peter Pan (Angled bottom- flowing tunic, leggings and ankle boots)
One
Thanks to John T. Molloy and his book “Dress for Success", I wore imposing navy blue suits for many years. Honestly, I’m not exaggerating or dramatizing when I
say a manager handed me that exact book after noticing my handmade little
frocks. (Yes, I used to sew romantic, ladylike dresses.) Some of my "power" suits have followed me from the L.A. hustle and bustle where
they served me well. They also did a pretty good job in Temecula and later I
transported them out to La Quinta in the desert where they collected desert dust
for ten years before recently moving to Wildomar. Now they just gently stare and
wonder why I haven’t donated them to Angel View, our local charity.With manly lapels and straight skirts, the suits
fill me with guilt for working from home. They also remind me of the 80’s
and 90’s. Can’t think of too many great reasons for keeping them but political
office? Not a chance!
Two
Anyway,back to the second group of catalogs from my soon-to-be buff postman. What’s with that "Saving the World look" ladies? Don’t forget, Robin Hood and Peter Pan, though fictional
characters, are both young men. Have I missed something important while being busy
along the path of life? After all, I picked up People Magazine at the dentist
and perused Us and Glamour Magazine before getting a mammogram. I mean how did I become so
oblivious?
Of course, all the models look gorgeous in their leggings, flowing
tunics and ankle boots but for lack of a quiver filled with arrows, you’d think
we live in a place like Panem from the Hunger Games. Have women decided to give
up femininity all together for the sake of political correctness--or is it to fight? Engage in battle? Win? Will I be
outed as an enemy due to my weak looking, dress-wearing tendencies? Should I swap my suits for tunics and leggings and join the androgynous march into
tomorrow wearing tough looking ankle boots? Maybe I can arm-wrestle the postman and put a feather in my cap? Nah, I prefer tea-length dresses accompanied by intelligent conversation and a side of chocolate biscuits. Or perhaps a rendezvous at Starbucks, wearing my loose fitting jeans.
(P.S. I'd mention the catalogs specifically, but don't want them to get mad at me.
If you're curious then please send me an email-evegaal at gmail and I'll give you the name of the catalogs.)