January 31, 2005

Still a fashion geek

When we got to the symphony Saturday night, Spouse went off to the box office to pick up the tickets and I decided to pop into the women's restroom, where it turns out, there was already a whole bunch of women with the same idea. Standing in line, I turned to glance at the huge mirror on the wall and here is what I saw:

A whole line of women wearing long black coats. Most of them had on make-up and dressy clothes, with black shoes or boots. And stuck in the middle, looking strangely out of place, one woman wearing a bright red ski parka and hiking boots. Yeah, that was me. I actually laughed out loud.

Did someone send all these women a memo telling them what to wear? How did I miss the memo? How could all these women arrive from all different parts of the region and be all dressed alike?

Admittedly, if I had given the matter any thought at all ahead of time, I could probably have figured out what the dress code was. I even have a long black coat hanging in my closet, a hand-me-down from Urban Sophisticate Sister, who reminds me to wear it when we go to funerals together. I could have come up with black pants, too, or even borrowed my daughter's hooker boots.

The thing is that I never ever think of this stuff ahead of time. It's been cold here, damned cold, so of course I've worn the ski parka everywhere every day for weeks. The thought of wearing the funeral coat never crossed my mind. I think I'm going to have to start posting my weekend plans ahead of time so that some of you can remind me what to wear.

8 comments:

~profgrrrrl~ said...

hey -- maybe you'll be setting a new fashion trend :)

dr. m(mmm) aka The Notorious P.H.D. said...

I love the image--someone should definitely use it in a film, though it would be great in a short story, too.

Or a poem: erupting in red ski parka and boots / a summons like an eclipse / wanting to be stared at / risking blindness in a tableau of formality. note to self: don't write first poem on blog comment in 3 minutes.

Cut-Rate Parasite said...

I can't remember which comedian I heard say it, but her routine had a joke in it about men loving formal affairs because we all get to wear the same thing and don't have to think about what to wear. It sounds like that goes for women at the symphony now, too.

Psycho Kitty said...

See now, how come when *you* do it, I think it's funny and cute, but when Dick does it, I think it's another sign that he's the antichrist? Oh, yeah, cause he's the antichrist. I forgot.

Anonymous said...

Mine's pink. The coat, that is. The really bright pink that my 13-year-old daughter doesn't want to be seen with. And you're right, it doesn't occur to me to get out the black coat unless I have something very dressed up on underneath. Not when I want to be warm.
I'll remind you, if you remind me!
timna
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jo(e) said...

timna: okay, it's a deal

dr. m: does this mean that you are writing poetry now? I knew that you could!

dr. m(mmm) aka The Notorious P.H.D. said...

that was my very first try, so maybe I am.

crystal said...

i think people tend to dress 'safe' to these events. long black coat, shoes etc = safe!