MY ANTI-FASHION STYLE

I have always had this, quirk. I don't consider it a bad thing, however, most other women find it...odd. Men don't really seem to notice it at all. If I am in the mood for a boyfriend or companion, I rarely have any trouble finding one. It's rather long and involved to explain, but putting it as simply as possible, I am anti-fashion. I don't follow the latest trends.I don't care what is "IN".I wear what I like, and I don't give a snap of my fingers for who doesn't like it.I have my own ideas  how I like my hair arranged, and if it is considered" so yesterday" ...Oh well.My motto for style has always been, If it is clean and neat and in good taste, and I feel comfortable wearing it, then it's fine. But some say I have taken my attitude a little too far. At my last office Job, everyone kept suggesting to me that I should get some new glasses.Not because I couldn't see the paperwork, but because the style of the frames was out.My response? "TOUGH!" Then, it became apparent that it was time for me to get new glasses, and the only styles of frames available were just what my co-workers had been after me to get. Well, I searched and searched, and finally I found what I liked, sort of, and a week later, I went and picked up my new specs.I was on my way home from work, and I knew I was going to hear about it from everyone in the office the next day, and so being a bit down, I opened my paper, and there on the front page, with my new blue wire rims in place I read "Wire Rims are OUT!" HAH! I went to work the next day, wearing a nice blue suit,and my new blue wire rims, and a great big grin, with that paper tucked under my arm. Oh, the consternation that went through that office was a joy to behold.All day long it was people coming by my cubicle, going, nice glasses, but too bad they're out of style kiddo.With my boss,and my supervisor, I just smiled, but with others, I laughed out loud.In response, they looked at me as though I had lost my mind. Frankly, I didn't care. I have never been a slave to fashion, and there is a real good reason for that. See, if a woman follows the style of the day, every season change, and every new year, she has to go out and buy new clothes.New colors, whether they suit her or not, now must be implemented into her wardrobe.New boots and coats every winter. New swimsuit and shorts and tops and sundresses every summer.And tons and tons of new shoes, all the time. It's expensive, and time consuming,and all that shopping can get rather wearisome.As fashions change, old, comfortable pretty things must be chucked out, or packed away, to make room for the new stuff, which frequently is not comfortable, serviceable, or durable, and often is representative of what some man somewhere thinks looks hot and fresh on a bony woman. Well, frankly, I do not happen to be a famine victim.I am a woman, and I look like a woman, with all the curves that goes with that gender.Most of the styles of clothing and shoes for the last twenty years or so, have pretty much cornered the market on ugly, and an awful lot of it, I wouldn't be caught going to a dog-fight in. I won't wear a dress or skirt that the hemline is up here and down there all over the place. It looks like the designer just couldn't make up their mind...so they settled on nothing! I like a nice black dress, but now I am told BROWN is the new black?  Yuk! I hate brown! I don't care what form it takes, I don't wear brown.Blah! Whoever says brown is the new black, or orange is the new pink is seriously disturbed.There is, however, one exception. I will wear a fur coat, if I like it, no matter what color it is. Not real fur, mind you, fake fur.I have a gorgeous black-brown full length fur winter coat, with a luscious stand up collar, which is nice and warm and I love it. Why would I want to toss that aside for some puffy sporty looking thing that would leave my lower torso unprotected? Huh? So I can show off my behind in some tight jeans? Well, surprise, surprise, I do not wear Jeans.I don't like them, and I just flat don't wear them unless I absolutely have to.Oh, yes, I have a couple pair.One pair was a gift from a friend, with red butterflies sewn on the back pockets, designer jeans from 1990.I wore them twice.They are folded up in my chest of drawers, because they were a gift.The other pair, I bought at salvation Army store for about $3.00, because we were moving, and I had to have something to grub around in...I didn't want to ruin something good.I still have them, and perhaps I shall be forced to wear them again some day, but I don't plan on it. Why? Because denim is not something I feel comfortable in.I like the feel of soft, silky stuff next to my skin. Denim is not soft and silky, and to my way of thinking a lady should not wear it.If I am going to wear pants, most generally, it is a pants suit,or sweats. Lastly, just a word about hair and make-up.I have probably two or three bags of make-up. For the most part, I don't wear it, because I don't like the smell, and I don't like the feel of it on my skin. I make sure my skin, my face is clean, and moisturized, and I use sun-screen always, and I never leave the house without my eyebrows on, but I draw the line at that, unless I am going out for a fancy affair. Then, if pressed, I can and will do full make-up, but there again, I don't like the feel of eyeshadow and mascara, because after a while, that stuff really bothers my eyes.Even the hypo-allergenic stuff.And, yes, I have foundation, and blush, and powder, and know how to apply it, but if I go that far, it looks silly not to have lipstick on,and I have never liked the feel or taste or smell of that! When it comes to my hair, I like it sort of wild and curly one day, and maybe just silky and caught up in a clip the next, with the length just hanging down my back, so I shy away from perms.I Like to be able to brush it, so I dislike hair spray intensely. I keep it long, because that way it is versatile, and I am not locked-in to a certain style, but I despise the "wet dog" look.When it comes to fingernails, you will never know how happy I was when I read that the style is short red nails! I keep mine long and tapered, and use a myriad of colors on them.Right now, I am wearing" Pink Chrome"! Tomorrow, I might go for "silver Chrome!" But that's just me. I wear what I like.

Oh, by the way. I also like a hint of something sweet in the air around me.Like Chantilly,Tabu, or Emeraude. But just a tiny spritz.Nothing boisterous or loud. I can't stand Chanel #5.

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Comments

[RONW]

Real difficult to add anything further to all that, Feather.

[Phoenix]

Oh, I loved reading this. I had a smile on my face the whole time because of your attitude. People are so funny about clothing - likes and dislikes and all that. But those likes and dislikes are serious things. I taught for twenty years and nothing was more frustrating for me than having to dress up for the job. I managed, somehow, to squeak in what I like best in the world to wear - blue jeans. I'd wear them with loafers and a sports coat with a nice shirt beneath. I'm not talking about the 'trendy' jeans. Mine were the classic, straight-leg Levis that I started wearing in high school and wear to this day. I think,...no, I know I will be cremated in my favorite pair of Levis. Now that I'm older, I have to say I love the stretch Levis that don't look stretch. Not much else to say on the clothing front - I'm stuck on the old-fashioned collegiate oxford shirt with jeans and loafers. My hair.... yuk. Fine and silky, so I have to deal with it. When I don't have to deal with it, I keep it long enough for a ponytail. If I'm grody and have to go to town and don't want to 'fix-up', I'll put on a baseball cap and sunglasses. Make-up... I'm with you. Only wear it if I have to. That is, if I want someone to see I actually have a face. Fingernails.... nope. I do not have pretty hands so make no attempt to draw attention to them. I have utilitarian hands. So be it. You didn't mention underwear, Tina. :) I SO cannot stand a panty-line that years ago I started buying grandma undies from Walmart - three sizes too big, and now I cannot bear the thought of anything else. My daughter got me a thong for a joke because she said my underpants showing above my jeans was just not cool. I tried the thong and it did nothing but turn me on. Well.....that's no fun if you're alone, so the thong is somewhere beneath the multi-colored grandma britches. Now, I will say this: I will spend a lot for a bra. Nothing makes me more irritated than an ill-fitting bra. I buy Victoria Secret bras. I know darned well my boobs are not worth it, but you cannot beat VS for making bras that fit right, feel good, and last forever. So, I'll be in an old folks home wearing the proper undies, wearing too-young jeans, a hot bra, and a pair of loafers. ha ha ha.... Oh...and by then I'll have given myself over to the perm and the weekly setting with half a quart of hairspray to keep it in place.

[Phoenix]

Oh, I forgot.... I LOVE Emeraude. Always have, always will. It is a little like Shalimar. After a few hours, they smell soooo good! Chantilly used to be a favorite. Whenever I chance to smell it now, it reels me back in time so fast, my head spins. When I smell JOY, I think of my mother.....so, I have that around, too. I love how good smells can transport you..