It usually occurs to me only after I’ve left the house that I’m often dressed head to toe in mens clothing. It just happens! Between the Levi’s and the flannels, and then once you’ve experienced the comfort inherent in a boxy sweater or roomy trousers, you’re a changed woman. Anyway, I’m scrambling to get one last seasonal wear out of all my warm, manly favorites while the New York air still bites. Once spring is here I’ll be a lady again.
Matching sweaters from the 1930’s. I swindled the olive at a vintage clothing show (“…you only take cash? I only have half in cash…” Sold!) and the port wine was quietly procured from a quaint little auction house. Bargain hunting is “in”, no?
I’m big on styles of the 30’s, obviously. Everything was simple, elegant/handsome, versatile, and as if pieced together in the heavens and sent down to Earth to look and fit just right. As if times were so tough that by the laws of survival manufacturers began materializing clothing that was effortless, at once modern but classic and timeless, as if people ought to be prepared to wear the same outfit forever, should they need to.
Bang for your buck! Depression era values! I love this, and maybe we’re all feeling it. And maybe H&M will cut its clothes for humans rather than alien life forms! Maybe Sears will be cool again! Maybe all men everywhere will be wearing fedoras! I want to believe it, but I can only believe it when I see it…