The gala is black tie optional and when Moe and I went last year, we wore nice dresses, but saw every possible kind of outfit there, including, believe it or not, black tie. Folks wore everything from shorts and T-shirts to gowns and tuxes. I liked wearing my dress, but I’m not a dress kind of girl. I feel, and I know how dumb this is so don’t bother berating me for it, I feel conspicuous.
I am not a small woman and dresses make me feel even bigger than I am. This is all in my head, my sister tells me, and she should know. She wears dresses all the time and looks fabulous in them. And I don’t think she’ll mind me telling you that she also is a big woman. It’s a family trait. But she wears clothes with style and panache. She loves all kinds of clothes and it shows.
I wear clothes mostly to keep from being naked in public.
Not that I don’t enjoy wearing nice things, I do. I am a girl, after all, and I like feeling girly and pretty. I get mani/pedis and have my hair blonded regularly. I wear makeup almost every day. I am pretty girly, really; I just don’t like wearing dresses. A caveat–I don’t mind little sundresses up at the lake–after a swim and a shower, they’re easy, cool, and comfy. It’s the dress-up dresses I can’t get into (no pun intended).
Here’s the thing, I don’t feel pretty in dresses. I just feel fat. I can dress up a pair of jeans with a flowery top and a nice sweater; or wear my skorts, shorts, and tank tops; or leggings and tunics and feel just fine. At my May book signing I took a big chance with a shirt that exposed my shoulders (they’re nice old shoulders for being the age they are and rather freckled), and I really loved the look, plus I was very comfortable.
Dresses–just not so much. So, at the gala I will wear my new black pants, a silky tank top, and a fun sort of Boho chic vest over the top. I’ll pull my hair up into a messy bun and wear a pair of dangly earrings and the gorgeous handmade quartz necklace that Son and DIL got me for my birthday last year. My nod to Sis’s excellent taste in clothes will be the gold sandals that she lent me to wear with the black and metallic gold dress she also lent me. Yes to the shoes, no to the dress.
For the reunion, I’ll wear my white jeans, the black silky tank top–French tucked this time–and my white denim jacket that I love and is so comfy. And yes, I realize that denim jackets can make you look bulky, but I’ll take that hit because the outfit is fun and gives me that successful writer vibe that I’m probably going to need at my 50th (gulp) high school reunion. Maybe I’ll toss on a colorful scarf for a pop of color… we’ll see.
Anyway all you fashionistas out there, let’s talk style. What’s your best look? What do you love to wear?
Gratitude for this week: Husband is getting so much stronger; fall is in the air; apples! It’s almost time for Liz and I to go on retreat, and Tule is having an author retreat next summer and I’m going!
Stay safe, stay well, don’t get rid of those masks yet (and please wear them if you’re traveling), be kind, and most of all, amies, stay grateful,