This started out life as "Lookie! I bought new boots for fall!" and then promptly turned into:
"[soapbox] While we're at, can I just request that someone kill the animal print trend? It's ghastly and embarrassing. It screams menopausal, even more when it's in shades of pink and blue and purple. [/soapbox]"
I guess that's my quandry. I'm not menopausal (yet), but I'm either expected to dress like my mother-in-law (she's 80), or my daughter (she's 13), or like I'm on the prowl, and I don't find any of those alternatives appealing.
I mean leggings? Yeah, I can wear them. But, sheesh, I wore them the last time they were in style. That's not retro, that's redux, and it's just wrong. Or certainly feels that way. I could wear a mini-skirt, too, which I haven't since grad school.
Whoops, here I go getting all ranty again. So...
Lookie! I bought new boots!
Børn Crown 'Yolanda' Mid Calf Boot
(And yeah, after over three years of service, the Danskos are starting to look a little worse for the wear. But I love those boots. Oh, those boots have seen some walking...)
And now, perhaps I should slink quietly away before I start in on the lack of charm in weirdly embellished burnout t-shirts and long, baggy sweaters...
Go listen to some good music: "Fashion" from the album Scary Monsters by David Bowie. Yeah! Scary monsters. Look, I'm a jeans and t-shirt kinda girl (but not men's t-shirts). Or jeans and a polo. I want comfortable. Flattering. Age appropriate, whatever that means these days. DO YOU KNOW HOW MANY TIMES I'VE BEEN CARDED THIS SUMMER? And no, I don't consider it a compliment. I consider it confusion.