I had a good day today. It was the first day I was able to put on regular pants and do complicated eyeliner. I also did my hair, but why bother since it rained?
Why did I need to make a fashion statement today? Because my sweet Teenager took me to see "Confessions of a Shopaholic" for Valentines Day! Okay, he drove. I paid for everything. But Demi Moore does that too and no one picks on her, right?
The movie was cute, but I was cuter. I got to wear my new cute Da-Nang crop cargo pants, Michael Kors top and very fabulous Calvin Klein faux python metallic platforms. The Teenager was rocking his usual retro Americana hipster look with torn skinny cords and a slim dark dress shirt left untucked, plus the de riguer torn up Vans. He's been into Ray-Ban Wayfarers lately, but I showed him some Clubmaster's that he is coveting now. If you are a grandparent reading this, take the hint. He's very Bob Dylan some days, but after watching "Breakfast at Tiffany's" with me the other night he has been looking at an early '60's classic American look, sort of like George Peppard. He totally got the fashion significance of the film and loved it.
Anyway, the movie was cute, but the clothes were horrid. They looked like the sort of ensembles that people who know nothing about clothes would think were fashionable. Overdone, over accessorized, over, over. I was going to say they should have gotten Patricia Field to do the costume design, she did a great job for "Sex and the City". However she did do it, she must have been inspired by those ugly pieces from her HSN line--horrible! I loved Isla Fisher and Krysten Ritter, they are both totally adorable. The only great fashion piece I noticed was a to die for turquoise/blue bubble necklace that the truly iconic Kristen Scott Thomas was wearing in the scene where she offers Rebecca her dream job with Alette magazine. I will spend the next few days trying to track that necklace down, I loved it. If one of you finds out anything about it, email me. I don't care what time of the day or night, I want to know.
Though the movie was good escapist fluff; it did have one valid point that I drive home again and again to people. Here it is:
Every moment you are breathing you are making an impression on someone. Even if you are oblivious to that person's very existence.
You owe it to the world to leave the house with your best fashion facade forward. One never knows who might take inspiration from you. I remember looking at fashionable women when I was little and just hoping to look like them when I grew up. I got that experience today in the restroom at the theater when I caught two little tweenagers completely absorbing my fashion fabulousness while I was touching up my lipstick. That is truly the best community service I could ever imagine performing--inspiring someone's fashion sense. Those two little girls might take that wonderful feeling; the delicious shiver of unlimited possibilities into future careers in fashion, or writing, or just living beautifully and inspiring those around them.
I may have created two new little Trophy Wives. How awesome is that????
High on that deliciousness, I had to stop by T.J. Maxx on the way home to see if they had anything new to look at. They didn't, but I did get to show the Teenager the shoes I have been cruising for days. Sometimes you don't just run out and buy shoes, you cruise them for a while to build up the anticipation. You try them on, fantasize about your life together, places you would go together, people who would be jealous that you had them, ect. Anyway I shared my new shoe crush with the Teenager and you get a peep too. Close your eyes......
Now open:
Aren't they to die for????? They are Steve Madden's Rubii. At the Steve Madden store and Zappos they are running $110.00, but at T.J. Maxx Valdosta they are $39.99. Really! I'm not just saying that because my husband reads this either. Anyway, I shared them with the Teenager and he gasped.
Then he said "Oh My God".
Now "OMG" can mean so many things. It's like "Shalom". It has a plethora of subtle meanings. So he says "OMG" and I'm like "I know, aren't they to die for????"
To which he said, "What the fuck, are you Sacagawea now??"
With a double scoop of sarcasm even!
OUCH! Bastard!
Fringe is hot!! I remember the first time he laughed at my fashion taste. We were in a dressing room in 1993 and I was trying on the first of the seriously low waisted ripped up bell bottom jeans that were about to define a generation. He gurgled and coughed up a half chewed cracker and then he looked right at me in those pants and laughed. He couldn't have been but six months old, but he already had the eye for fashion. I can't believe I have never made fun of any of his little fashion faux pas-to his face anyway-but as fabulous as he is now, he did go through a little skaterboy gay wigger phase that almost ruined any fashion credibility he would have in the future. Luckily my gene pool has always been dominant in the Teenager and we got through the phase will minimal scarring.
So I put my fringed shoes sadly back on the rack for another woman to sigh over and allowed him to drive me back to the suburbs. I was so depressed I didn't even complain about having to listen to Lil' Wayne for twelve straight miles.
There's a hole in my closet where they were going. I had already made room for them and started looking for the perfect bag. I should know better than to pin my hopes on pretty shoes....
Must go pout.
Love and pouty kisses,
Cult Diva
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