Wednesday, November 17, 2004
Right before my 30th birthday I picked up a little red miniskirt at H&M. Then I let it sit in my closet for a couple of months while I debated whether or not it is really something I should wear.
Over the past couple of years, I've been increasingly conscious of the fact that certain clothing styles become decidedly "too youthful" at some age. Exactly what age that is, well, that's a nebulous thing: could be 24 (in which case I definitely missed the boat, as that was the height of my brown-and-navy sack-shaped clothing phase during which I was repeatedly mistaken for a bookstore employee), could be 44 (certain celebrities think so, anyway). Not that I want to pre-emptively fill my wardrobe with the middle-aged uniform of chinos and holiday-themed sweaters, but I'd just rather not be the woman who dresses in ways that inspire less than charitable commentary: "Girl, who's she trying to fool that she's young? Maybe in dog years!"
I woke up this morning realizing that, having very few remaining clothes that are both clean and not wrinked like used aluminum foil (have I mentioned that I hate to iron? I have been known to donate clothes to charity rather than iron them), the heretofore unworn little red skirt was the best clothing option for the day. I threw it on with a black sweater, some black tights and black Mary Janes, and studied the reflection in the mirror. Too young? Not professional enough? Hard to say. I shrugged and left for work.
About halfway along my commute this morning, I drove past an elementary school and happened to see some of the kids going into the school. There was a little girl - maybe eight years old - wearing a little red skirt, black sweater, black tights and black shoes.
Guess that answers my questions. Maybe I should have accessorized my outfit with a SpongeBob Squarepants backpack.
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