Covert Fashion Police
Do you ever secretly steal glances at other people and evaluate their sense of fashion – either they have one or they don’t? Do you look at clothes and wonder how it was constructed? Do you look at body shapes and the clothes they are supporting and question or admire the fit?
Well I do – and more. Riding the bus has given me an opportunity to really watch people. Today the standout was Rainbow Brite. A very pretty young girl who had died her hair fuschia pink, was wearing a striped shirt in the colors of Rainbow Brite, and then she had these ripped up nylons that looked like Spiderman’s web covering nice shapely legs. (Seattle is full of characters like this – she just happened to pass by me at the bus stop.)
Her attire is neither good nor bad, and that’s not the point of my comments. She just stood out in my mind. She had her own personal sense of fashion, and I think that is good whether it fits with the norm of what society calls fashion or not.
There was also the Dapper Gentleman that shared the elevator ride down with me today. He wore a hat that matched his suit, something similar to a 1940’s Fedora. His hat was what first caught my attention, because the areas where I wander, I rarely see a man wearing a hat. I quite like seeing it, though. Same with women’s hats. But I digress. His suit color was a caramel-gold with cream pinstripe. I’ve never seen a suit like it. And the hat color perfectly matched the suit. In fact, it was a bit too matchy-matchy. Again, though, it was his fashion style, and I overheard him say to someone else that his clothes closet was bigger than his wife’s.
There was the young woman in the conference room today that had a beautiful floral skirt and matching pale chartreuse green shoes. She looked great. I looked at her skirt and wondered if she had made it or not. The style reminded me of a pattern I’m sure I have in my stash or that I’ve seen in one of the Simplicity, Butterick, or McCalls catalogs. I was briefly distracted from the contents of the meeting by searching for the pattern in my mind.
In short, sometimes I obsess on sewing, clothes, style, and construction.
Do you? What do you notice? What do you judge, approve of, or wish you had for yourself?