Saturday, January 16, 2010
I think I have experienced my first "turning-40" moment. I have been a bit to obsessed with being more fashionable. I'm not sure if it's the fact that there is a new Project Runway. Or that my cousin has launched a fashion blog. But I suddenly feel the need to be more hip.
Working for a food retail establishment does not exactly inspire one to dress well. And it doesn't help that I am not surrounded by people consider clean clothes fashionable. Not that I am judging. I went downtown to meet a friend today and realized how much more fabulously dressed people were. I want that back.
I used to be one of those fashionable folks. I was wearing man-pris before everyone else. I made my own out of D&G pants. I wore Yohji. I owned $200 tank-tops. I mixed it all in with jeans from K-mart. T-shirts from Fruit of the Loom. Above all else, I owned shoes. Gloriously, beautiful, fashionable shoes. I was hip.
Then I got married. Moved to the Upper West Side. Started working for food retail. And it was over. I want THAT to be over. I need to be fashionable again. I think I've been feeling pangs of this for a bit now. But turning 40 has made it more prominent. It all started with my new Marc Jacobs jacket. Followed by trips to Uniqlo. It helps that I fit in skinny pants lately. The latest purchase was a tweed hat from Kangol. And before that, a fabulous scarf from Barney's Co-op.
So, what's one to do. Go shopping. Spring is almost here. I want short pants and cardigans. I need new white tees. V-neck preferrably. Something form-fitting. I need fashion. I need it now. Wonder how long this will last? Later.
Working for a food retail establishment does not exactly inspire one to dress well. And it doesn't help that I am not surrounded by people consider clean clothes fashionable. Not that I am judging. I went downtown to meet a friend today and realized how much more fabulously dressed people were. I want that back.
I used to be one of those fashionable folks. I was wearing man-pris before everyone else. I made my own out of D&G pants. I wore Yohji. I owned $200 tank-tops. I mixed it all in with jeans from K-mart. T-shirts from Fruit of the Loom. Above all else, I owned shoes. Gloriously, beautiful, fashionable shoes. I was hip.
Then I got married. Moved to the Upper West Side. Started working for food retail. And it was over. I want THAT to be over. I need to be fashionable again. I think I've been feeling pangs of this for a bit now. But turning 40 has made it more prominent. It all started with my new Marc Jacobs jacket. Followed by trips to Uniqlo. It helps that I fit in skinny pants lately. The latest purchase was a tweed hat from Kangol. And before that, a fabulous scarf from Barney's Co-op.
So, what's one to do. Go shopping. Spring is almost here. I want short pants and cardigans. I need new white tees. V-neck preferrably. Something form-fitting. I need fashion. I need it now. Wonder how long this will last? Later.
