The other day, we were birding out on Plum Island, my husband critiques my birding outfit. I had gone biking the day before, so, I went birding in my "biking jacket". He did not tell me that I offended the birds, but, the correct dress was dull colors. Ok, my biking jacket is ultra neon green in color. I was a wee bit bright. Please, don't call in the fashion police.
When I began Junior High, my mother scheduled an appointment for me with a foot doctor. He had insoles made up and I had to put them in my new pair of lace up & ugly shoes. I had, without a doubt, the ugliest, most unfashionable shoes in all of Forest Park Jr. High. Kids noticed them and had some cute things to say about my orthopedic shoes. Since those days, I have always made sure that my shoes had a flair to them.
My sister once asked me "If I had no fashion sense or if I just did not care how I looked. I told her, I would need to think about it and I would get back to her.
During the 70's , I moved out of my parents home into a rented 1/2 house. For the first, I could wear whatever I wanted to wear. So, I wore orange & white polka-dotted mini A lined dress.I knew that I was dressed like a cool person and it made me so happy. But them denim levy's came in fashion and I have never looked back. I love denim pants. The last almost forever, and their care is simple. Wash and wear.
Clothes to me are not a statement about who or what I am. Clothes cover my naked body, keep me warm in the winter, and that about sums it up. Clothes are a function to me. Plain and simple. Just a function. May be this concept makes me a fashion render. I really don't care. It is what it is and needs no more explanations.
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