The hairy eyeball. Its happened to all of us. That moment when you catch someone staring at you – the up and down. My Mom calls it “unzipping”. My reaction is to always go negative – they must think my outfit is stupid, they notice the chipped nail polish, the zit on my chin, the peanut butter finger prints around my knees, the bad hair day. Or worse, the way I’m handling my kids, the food in my grocery cart, the difficult business call I am taking on my cell. I always go negative and assume the worst.
The truth is however, if its me doing the staring its generally positive – a cute haircut, nice outfit or impressive feat of juggling that has caught my attention. I notice myself doing the staring and feel remorse. Its at those moments I wish it was socially acceptable to yell at strangers:
“Hey – I love your hair! Who cuts it for you? Did you need a flat iron to get that look?”
“OMG those shoes are fantastic. They look amazing with those pants. I wish I could pull that off. Good for you.”
“You are amazing. You’re carrying your toddler on your shoulders, juggling bags and groceries and are heading home to start cooking dinner. You are my hero and you deserve a medal!”
I fantasize sometimes when driving the car or pushing the shopping cart that I can hurl these compliments on the unsuspecting women passing by. Social conventions prevent me from doing so, but next time you see me staring you can be assured that I think you’re awesome!
The Cannes Red Carpet – that’s my back.
I’m really lucky. In my line of work I get to attend some great events. Fancy do’s with beautiful people and spare no expense excess. It can be a lot of fun – but I always face the same problem (get ready – this is one of those problems that falls in the “My diamond shoes are too tight” category). I never know what to wear.
The Red Carpet at the Cannes Film Festival. The black-tie Kennedy Centre Honors. Fancy cocktail party outside the Louvre in Paris. Really, what do I care. The paparazzi aren’t photographing me. But nevertheless, I’m a woman and I care about fashion and how I look. So how on earth do I handle caviar styles with a mac and cheese budget? All these events are populated by well-heeled attendees who are particularly well-heeled in their Christian Laboutins and couture. I on the other hand will be wearing something from the Spring 2000 line of The Gap (Black Magic strikes again?) and accessories courtesy of Joe Fresh.
For the record, I always buy my accessories at the local Superstore with the Joe Fresh capsule shop. Here’s how it goes:
“I love that necklace.”
“Oh this old thing. I picked it up while buying avocados and diapers.”
Classy, right? Super fancy. But its actually ok. I would love a beautiful couture dress, don’t get me wrong. But the reality is, I don’t live in the champagne and caviar world. I just visit it occasionally.
However, on my last business trip to Paris I was given a treat – a beautiful dress from Lanvin. I couldn’t believe the generosity and was truly touched by the gesture. This dress is a beaut! A pretty colour with the perfect drape. Perhaps I could get used to a little high fashion in my wardrobe after all.
A selfie of the new dress…
A little something from Lanvin
I have a crush. I admit it. A complete and total, school-girl like infatuation. I can’t stop thinking about it, I can’t stop dreaming about it, I can’t stop lusting…
I am in love with a jacket.
Not just ANY jacket. A blazer to be precise. A Smythe blazer. Its SO bad ass! Its black and cut in all the right places. The peaked collar gives a little polish while the cut-outs and padded shoulders give it just the right amount of edge.
Either of these Smythe beauties will do fine.
I want it… and I can’t have it.
I’m cheap. I like a sale (remember Black Magic Woman?). The Smythes are beautiful but ringing in around $600, I just can’t do it. Childcare bills, swimming lessons, summer camp are all taking precedence over me being united with the object of my obsession.
I love you, you beautiful work of tailoring. Maybe someday we will be together.