Let’s hear it for all of us who never even tried to be fashionable. When young, I wanted to look like Joan Baez. So I bought all my clothing in Greenwich Village and continued to buy the same stuff from the same places until I became a mommy and didn’t have the time to go there. After that, I replicated the styles via Macy’s or other mall stores.
As I got older, there was always L.L. Bean and Land’s End. Their catalogs were my fallback position. I could usually count on finding A-line skirts and round-toed shoes. And turtlenecks. In black, taupe, gray, navy, and occasionally, mauve. Jeans were always good for between work and later, at work because eventually, you could wear anything to work and no one cared.
I still wear basically the same stuff, though yoga pants substitute for jeans. Once you go stretchy, you’ll never go back! Long, loose dresses because I have a stupid itchy rash and often can’t wear any elastic at all.
Fashion statement? Me? Visit “Chicos” for special occasions (three sizes fit all). There’s always a wedding, funeral, or some kind of reunion. Now and then, I have to attend.
What’s best about my total lack of fashion is that periodically, I’m in style. I wear what I wear, but fashion changes. Some years, I’m “IN.” (This isn’t one of them.)
And now … I have to pack up some stuff ’cause we’re on our way to visit friends. See you all on the other side!