I wore jeans for (wait, I’m counting,) starting in 1968 (wait, math,) 53 years.
But even before the pandemic I’d begun to winnow the horde. These were too tight across the hips, these too short and tight in the rise, these too baggy and tattered. Then, after 18 months home in sweatpants, finding myself somewhat unhappy at the prospect of an hour’s drive in denim and excessively unhappy at the thought of three hours on an airplane followed by three days of three-hour writing classes, I complained to one of my sisters.
Sisters are great.
Being great, she listened for a minute but also, being great, almost immediately she said, “Just do Eileen Fisher.” Reader, I listened.
The tank is the perfect color of pink for me, and now I must hunt frantically for other tops in the same shade.
I also got some dress pants. Well, the suburban date night version. I am still waiting for the day we get back up to San Francisco and eat indoors at some place that’s just opened, and everyone’s exclaiming over the deliciousness. White top here is some ol’ H&M somethin’ or other. I think I’d wear a black denim jacket avec.
Two kinds of accessories move Eileen toward my little-fuss, slight edge, Polished Tomboy aesthetic, also known as Sturdy Gal Wears Mom’s Jewelry. First, yeah, mom’s jewelry. I have on a 1930s seed pearl and tiny diamond bracelet in the first outfit, and this enamel locket in the second. Love you, Mom. Forgiveness is the greatest privilege.
Second, chunky shoes. The only place I could think to add a slight edge to Eileen was the soles. I bought these Paul Green loafers to wear with the Barley pants. So far, recommend. With the black pants I am wearing a pair of 1990 Doc Martins. If you want Docs, buy vintage because in my opinion new ones are foot torture plain and simple.
Oh, hey wait.
I also got my hair cut and, get this, colored! One section, front and center when I parted my hair in the best place, had turned wholly white. I got tired of it. Long gray/white hair felt edgy to me when I was in my 50s. At 65, in my opinion, I looked older than I feel. So I asked the colorist to make the white bit look the same as the rest and she did. So far, recommend.
All the little tweaks. For some of us, style supports identity and mine does not appear to sustain discomfort.
Have a wonderful weekend everyone, and I wish you comfortable pants.
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