style

Elegance

Elegance coral 2

Elegance coral 2 (Photo credit: afagen)

No, this isn’t the type of elegance I’m talking about today, but this is one hot coral.  I haven’t been having much success with LPS coral in my little tank, so I won’t add it to my wish list just yet.  Yeah, I’m pretty weird, thinking about elegance this was what popped to the forefront of my mind.  But I chose this particular photo because it has that little asterina star on the glass.  Those things seem so cute.  But the truth is if you see one in your tank, you’ve likely got dozens, and they breed faster than a bunny on speed.  Then you have a nuisance that will irritate pricey and prized corals.

I think that’s me.  When it comes to style, I have to make an effort, which I often don’t.  Come on, how long should I take to get dressed and do my hair to drop the girl off at school and come home to clean the bathroom, or go out to dogwalk?  But sometimes I do.  It’s fun and it feels good, nothing says “I can do this” more than a kick ass pair of shoes with the right outfit.  So when I do make the effort, sometimes I hit it, and sometimes I don’t, but even when I do, it’s never perfect.  There will be one little something that tips the scales from I’m rocking it to oh shit, I’m still carrying my dog walking bag.  Which then leads me to notice the dog hair I didn’t get off my skirt, the smudge of mascara under my right eye, the eek! of questioning if I used deodorant under both arms.

Taking Flower Child to school this morning, I saw a young woman running for the bus.  Tall, slim, and cute, she was wearing clunky wooden heeled sandals, and a too long nightgown looking brown maxi-dress, with a faux-fur gray sweater on top.  Oy. On my way back home, I saw another woman running across the street for a cab.  Black suit, ivory turtleneck underneath, and black patent leather stilleto pumps.  I was more than impressed by how well she was able to run, though I’m guessing it produced more jiggle than she generally shoots for.

The Patent Leather Kid

The Patent Leather Kid (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

What made one work and the other not? I don’t know.  One thing I love about the city is that women never seem to be limited by what’s “in.”  Personal style is encouraged, influenced by many factors, and expressed through textures, lengths, fabrics, and accessories.   Fun to watch, and a bonus in that it makes coming up with the beginning of a character sketch pretty easy.

I’m not talking about the women who are so stunning it doesn’t matter what they are or are not wearing. It’s the women who have whatever the it factor is that allows them to look like the definition of fabulousity no matter what their age, style or dress size is. The difference between wtf -is-she-wearing and wow-I-wish-I-could-pull-that-off.

Is it studying old episodes of What Not To Wear?  Reading fashion magazines? Being the victor when battling for that dress at the annual Barney’s sale?

I don’t think so.  I honestly think it comes from within.  Part of it being a good eye, knowing what lines will work with your lines, and much of it is confidence.

I have a neighbor who always looks elegant.  And when I say always, I mean even when staking a claim for the most efficient dryer in the laundry room.  She isn’t young, she isn’t particularly tall, she isn’t slim. But she is always styling.

 

Lautrec the tattooed woman 1894

Lautrec the tattooed woman 1894 (Photo credit: Wikipedia)