My fashion-savvy sister came
for coffee this morning and I muttered something about what to wear for a
Sunday brunch outing scheduled for two days from now.
Her ears pricked up and I
could almost see her nose twitch in anticipation…The suggestion was made, not
by me, that we look through my closet
and she would recommend something perfect for almost-Spring but not quite.
In retrospect, it’s
positively amazing that we survived the ensuing fracas of weeding out, recycling
and tossing! Even my seldom-worn leopard print cocktail boots went the way of
other cast-offs!
I must confess that I am
drawn like a moth to a flame when shoes, handbags or animal prints are within
view. Over time I have been educated so as to adorn myself with only one item
at a time which even hints of animal pattern, and I no longer fear that I might
resemble the famed “Mimi” from the Drew Carey Show.
Thusly, at least in my
sister’s opinion, far too much of the same – so the frenzy began.
Now that the car is loaded
with bags and boxes of good, clean and totally usable clothes and footwear, the
closet looks amazing. I can readily identify every item;
and pledge, from this day
forward, to neatly hang everything
neatly and all facing the same direction.
Educating me as to how I
might make a fashion statement is truly impossible, but I have grasped the elementary
concept that shoes, bags and accessories don’t have to be “matchy-matchy”!
Still stinging over parting
with my leopard print booties, I do solemnly pledge that never again will it be
necessary to watch anyone at the closet door entering backwards!
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