If one is a greyhound, why try to look like a Pekinese?”
~ Dame Edith Sitwell
Clothing mistakes. Who among us hasn’t made them? If our clothing is a metaphor for what’s inside us, why would we want to keep those blunders?
I’m fairly certain what I want people to know about me, when I walk into a room, based solely on my clothes.
I no longer make the age appropriate mistake.
I don’t need to wonder if something is too young for me.
My idiot meter, mercifully, screams loud and clear on that one.
And yet…I now have several impostors in my trunk heading back to the store.
Someone else will look and feel fabulous in the patterned, flowy skirt.
The structured blazer belongs in another woman’s wardrobe.
And the shockingly bright, sweater that called to me from the escalator…is not me.
I’m packing for an upcoming holiday. But nowhere in my life would these garments work for me. They grate on my eyes and sensibilities in the clear light of my mirror.
Perhaps you don’t make those mistakes?