Gilda Radner said, “I base most of my fashion taste on what doesn’t itch”.
I base my fashion taste on what doesn’t itch; what will fit; what it costs; is it black; does it fit my fashion “personality”; and do I really need it.
This is a shot of my closet (that I share with my husband) and no, it doesn’t have a door on it. I had wanted hippy beads or something like that hanging from the doorway but past experience has taught me that if something gets in the way of my husband or he finds it a pain to deal with, it will be gone in a flash and I did not want to spend hours on my knees trying to locate every last hippy bead that was rolling around my bedroom floor because experience has also taught me if I leave or drop something, my hubs is sure to step on it or sit on it or in some way injure himself on it. So I left it alone (sometimes I do have a drop of common sense).
First thing you will notice is most of my clothing is black. I love black. It goes with everything including my ever-changing hair colors. It is supposed to be slimming but once you get to my size, there is no color, fabric or print that can hide this chunkitude.
Did you know that there are different hues of black? And of course, the more you wash something black, the “browner” it gets. So having all black clothing isn’t as easy as just throwing two black pieces together. The hues must match or it throws off the feng shui of your outfit and it will cause people to look at you and wonder “what’s wrong with this picture”. That is where my kimonos and tunics and capes/ponchos come in. My fashion dream is to have a long sleeved, v-necked, spanx-like, catsuit in black and a whole closet full of unusual kimonos and tunics that I would just throw on over the dream catsuit. (For those of you who are picturing Michelle Pfeiffer in her Catwoman suit, that is sort of right, only picture her in a 2x size!). I could live that fashion dream if only I lived somewhere where the temps never got above 65 degrees, and everywhere I went had AC and I never had another hot flash because you have not lived until you have been in a catsuit and have sweated profusely. It is not pleasant for the catsuit wearer or for those around the aforementioned person. Talk about creating your own “personal space”….who-eeee.
So there you have it, folks. More info on my personal style than you ever wanted to know.
Til the morrow,
I remain your TMI Queen