This week, Fandango would like to know about our style.
See that old lady wearing baggy jeans and a tee shirt? I lost 20 pounds during the past year and my clothing has not caught up. Note white hair in pony tail, and the big camera?
That’s me. That’s my style. My hair has been longer. It was at one point down past my hips and occasionally, when a stylist thought he or she knew better than me, shorter. But I always grew it back because that’s the way I like it.
Here’s another one. Remarkable how similar they all are, isn’t it?
So. My hair is white and the style of jeans is probably slightly different, but otherwise? This is pretty much me. It was me when I was 15, 25, 40, 50, 60, and 74. The hair color changed with the years and I’ve been thinner and heavier, depending on which decade you got me.
I was never fashionable. I was never in style. I never changed my style because I never wanted to change it. Jeans. Tee or sweater. Boots in the winter, sandals in the summer. Long hair because it’s easier to care for than short hair and it’s out of the way when I’m taking pictures. I’ve never done a lot of dressing up because I never had the money to do it, didn’t like it enough to skimp on other things to own it, and I never really liked women’s fashions on me. Being fashionable requires being tall and thin. I was sometimes thin, but I was never tall and most dress clothing just looked silly on me.
Everything was too tight, too flimsy, too short. The shoes were too narrow, too high. and “not me.”
My writing style has changed more than my dress. I write more tightly, use fewer adjectives. I have many more typos because while my brain is okay, apparently my fingers have lost their way. I hit my typing “peak” in my 30s and it has been downhill ever since.
Garry was the real clothes horse in the family. He loved fashion, but the day he stopped working, he stopped dressing. I think he has worn a tie once (maybe twice?) since he retired. During his working years, when we went out, I felt obliged to dress too. He looked so much better than me, it was embarrassing. I also have to admit that during those rare occasions when we were going someplace “formal,” I never had anything to wear. At one point, Garry made me buy some dressy clothing which I wore until it more or less disintegrated.
My eyeglasses keep changing because the industry makes those decisions. Also, I won’t spend $500 on a set of frames. If I’m going to spend that much money, I’ll buy a lens. I entirely resisted the years of tiny eyeglasses because I thought tiny glasses were stupid. Especially tiny sunglasses. The concept of sunglasses is to prevent sun from getting in your eyes. How do tiny glasses accomplish this?
So. There we go. Jeans. Tee shirts. Pony tail. I did try to learn to make a French braid, but all I made was a tangled mess. I did have a beautiful French braid for our wedding. I even had a gold colored band to keep it in place. I think that was my finest high fashion moment.