Tuesday, January 15, 2013
Getting Over 2012 (... and Hobbit Feet)
I'm still weeding through what I learned in 2012, separating the wheat from the chaff. It often takes me weeks into the New Year before I finish mulling all this over, but I'm trying to get a move on. Tempus fugit, for sure, and it fugits faster every year, so it seems appropriate finish up the review process so I can move upward and onward to new fun and frustrations. For the purposes of this little cyber-rag, I'll limit my observations to a few matters of personal style.
1. When it comes to last year's pairing of boxy tops with cropped cigarette-cut trousers, I have learned that I can wear either a boxy-ish top or the cropped trouser, but not both at the same time. Exaggerated forms of either are a no-no in any case. For me.
I won't really know if there's a way I can pull off a trend until I actually try it, but in that process I really must maintain my best critical eye, and act accordingly.
2. That "best critical eye" does not ( should not!) merely nitpick, but respond based on what informed aesthetic I possess combined with my most trusted gut-reaction. Criticism is a word with a very bad rep, but should always be combined with discernment: the ability or power to see or make fine distinctions.
Applying the above to my sartorial experiments can make the difference between happily and successfully rocking a fresher look or banging my head against a wall, wondering what I could have been thinking.
3. I've made it to authentically old age, and I really don't look as bad as I though I would!
There is still plenty of fun to be had, providing I remember to apply the above-mentioned discernment. And to get plenty of sleep and always use sunblock.
4. Likewise, when I run across articles defining fashion age-appropriateness, remember to take a deep breath and know that these articles are often written by infant editors who were only recently teenagers, and therefore are not to be taken seriously in matters of what I choose to put on my back.
There really is wisdom in age, and I should have figured out by now that just because it's in print somewhere doesn't make it true.
5. All of the above applies to the "What's In, What's Out" lists.
Same takeaway as the above.
6. Last year was the year when I finally fully embraced the full understanding that it's a good thing to give a flip about how I look. It is, in fact, a virtue worth cultivating.
I worried about this for far too many years and can stop now.
7. Sometimes the camera does lie. Often. Like a dog on a rug.
Another thing I can relax and fret less about.
8. There are women all over the world who worry about and enjoy the very same things I do, and I can learn from every single one of them ... through the amazing world of mature women who blog about style. It's a movement! And they let me play, too!
We can come out, show off and figure it out through communities like the amazing Patti's Visible Monday . Really, one of the best places, cyber or solid, that I discovered in 2012.
Here's my still-evolving avatar, "Janime", modeling what I wore when Dan (my Hubs) took me to see "The Hobbit" last week!
Finally, (and speaking of Hobbits ) a prediction for the 2013 ...
Céline has come up with what I think is one of the strangest footwear designs ever. It's a Birkenstock/shower-shoe hybrid, lined with mink.
(... and much more conservative in black ...)
Phoebe Philo presented these in her spring 2013 collection, and my first thought was that they were a humorous nod to the hobbit foot-prosthetics worn by Martin Freeman in Peter Jackson's new trilogy.
Go ahead ,,, tell me they don't have a similar je ne se quoi ...
But when I learned that Ms. Philo just returned to work after the birth of her third child, I had more empathy for her probable inspiration. And there is a manifesto about comfort here that I can understand philosophically but not personally embrace. Some of you will love these, some will hate them.
But my prediction is that we will soon see shower-shoes from WalMart, DIY treated to faux fur fastened on with the trusty hot-glue gun, flopping down the mall in the Spring of 2013.
This will define fashion victimization, I think.
Just saying ...