Today, I am joining in with a group of fun, amazing Boomers, Generation Fabulous, to discuss our worst fashion moment. I wish I only had one bad fashion moment. Actually, it is more like bad fashion decades. When I was twelve, my mother cut my hair to resemble a style from the show My Little Margie…I shudder to think about it. The school picture was seen in boy’s lockers with chewed gum wads stuck all over it for years. I am so sorry to admit that most of college was spent in overalls, and early career days were spent in ignorance…I just had no one to assist me with style.
I arrived at my high powered advertising agency job in ultra- fashionable Dallas in the late 70s. My female manager studied me slowly head to toe (much like Meryl Streep in The Devil Wears Prada) and said, “Tomorrow we give you clients, today we shop.” Then I was whisked away to NorthPark Center where in Neiman Marcus I met my first pair of $150 heels.
|My typical wardrobe...over sized men's shirts!|
Late in life, I would leave the career world to become a stay at home mom and put fashion on the shelf in order to fulfill new roles as carpool mom…team mom…homeroom mom…and supportive wife. As years passed, I neglected me for so long I forgot to even notice what was going on. Morning mirror time was not spent looking at my reflection, but rather spent planning the day ahead for a family of five. Once I stopped caring about my appearance, it was easy to neglect my weight gain as well. Between 1986 – 2003, my appearance and confidence slowly eroded until the day I turned 50.
|Even stole my husband's camo-overalls!!|
I was annoyed that day…one more errand to run…I was working by that time as a school teacher and still overseeing my family. Long lines at the Department of Public Safety were not worth personal grooming time. But, really for seventeen years, nothing had been worth taking time for me. There I stood…no makeup; scraggly gray/blonde hair pulled back as it always was; wearing an over sized man’s polo shirt; and over sized elastic- waist- mom- shorts topped with a side of flip flops (of course, no pedicure).
It would be two weeks later when this picture arrived on my license. It was a jolt. I did not know this woman. Where had the advertising executive in the Manolo Blahniks gone? This was a significant wake-up call which changed my life and in 2012 resulted in the birth of my blog. I still do not wear Manolo Blahniks…. (Bunion surgery and callouses demand a life of cute, fun flats)…but I do take time for me and I am more joyful, more confident, and having the time of my life. I am sure I still make fashion mistakes, but at least now I am paying attention when I do. Life is just too short not to care about me.
|Come back tomorrow and I will tell you about this outfit!!|
Please check out the Worst Fashion Moments for these amazing bloggers of Generation Fabulous; then go over to the wonderful women of VISIBLE MONDAY and MONDAY MINGLE. It is a bloggers smorgasbord for women of a certain age!!
Have a Fabulous Monday!!