So many of my style-bloggy buddies
don't make a pile of resolutions for the New Year. Imagine that! Old
cultural customs die hard, but it might be time to rethink this
traditional process that causes us to make long lists of lofty
self-improvement goals that we may or may not even remember past the
first week of January. It is telling that we usually embark
enthusiastically on this hopeful project just after coming through a
joyful-stressful Very Important Big Holiday season. We've just
concluded an intense and often expensive family celebration, after
which we ritually finalize the year with an often calorically rich,
frequently boozy, and occasionally embarrassing New Year's Eve
ritual. That's followed by a sometimes regret-filled New Year's day
spent on the couch, recuperating from the always unintended excesses
of the night before. It's then that we decide to re-assess
everything.
Of course I'm not talking about YOU,
dear reader. Perish the thought. I'm talking about almost everyone
else.
I'm always drawn to
the idea of "doing better this year," but I just can't take
it too seriously. As you may know from last week's post, I dance
around the commitment that it takes to grimly impose FIRM RESOLVE on
a goal (hello, instant failure) by softening the commitment level to
a more gentle and foible-forgiving aspiration.
So far, here is my
list of wardrobe and style improvements that I may or may not
accomplish in 2015, and for which I certainly will not feel even a
moment's self-loathing if I forget it all by spring.
1. Keep my end of the closet
tidier.
Hahahahahahahahahahaha.
I always imagine how that might be done, but rarely get past a
half-hearted seasonal weeding. Frankly, the most effective way of
gaining more usable space for myself is to pester
convince Dan to clean out his end. Poor baby. He is saintly
in his tolerance.
2. This is the year that I
transform our extra room into my dressing room.
Speaking of Dan, I
need to pester
urge him, somehow, into lots of help in making this aspiration
a reality, and sooner than later. We talk about it a lot, but it's
always in the planning stages. I need to remind him that he could
have our whole bedroom closet all to himself if I had a whole room
for my wardrobe, including shoes and accessories. Would I resort to
bribery? Oh, yes. Of course.
3. Keep adhering to the "Love It
or Leave It "rule that worked so well last year.
It's always good to
put at least one fail-proof aspiration in your list. It's especially
effective to aspire to something you've already largely accomplished
or perfected. If it ain't broke, don't fix it, and be proud to claim it again.
4.
Seriously, renew your commitment to closet diving and constant
remixes.
Some of my best
outfits lately have been new/old match-ups. It's masses of fun, and
very satisfying. Remember that all my pre-pixie cut items look very
different on me now, so let them see some sunshine.
5. This
year, remember to be my own best style adviser.
Old age is a
wonderful time to rely on the personal taste you've been constructing
for a bunch of decades. Taste, at it's best, can evolve and change
but still define your best core aesthetics.
6. Take the
time to write scorching letters to style and fashion institutions,
blogs, magazines and individuals that are
dismissive/insulting/condescending or just ignorant
about how older women actually still have and maintain style lives.
Not much feels as
good as punching that "send" button. Join me in this one,
if you like. We should start a movement.
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On another subject
entirely ...
I have a lot of
coats. You will see more of them in the coming weeks. Winter always
seems short when it comes to getting all the chances that I'd like to
wear some of my favorite wardrobe staples. The outfit underneath
always seems more important, somehow. But for two nights
in a row last week, I had anxious dreams ... not quite nightmares,
but more like quandary-solving dreams ... about styling a particular
coat I haven't worn in a couple of years.
I have no idea why
I dreamed of this coat. To dream of a particular article of clothing
one night seems like mere stage-setting for my usual
subconscious issue-processing during sleep. But two nights? In a
row? That's a clear sign to make a blog photo of it.
The plaid is a dark purple, black and cream. The cut is sort of retro-swing, and it does move beautifully when I walk. It's Nine West, and a couple of years old. Aren't these the prettiest shaped shoes? And such a great color ... from Gianni Bini, like my boots from last week.
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I hope you have a wonderful and peaceful beginning to 2015.
Late Breaking: Joining up at Patti's Visible Monday ... I also hope you come with me to see what we're all up to!
