Writing, cooking, gardening, dressing - we all have our own style. If everyone did things the same way, we'd still be walking and we'd still be using pack animals. If the wheel hadn't been invented, Pat Sajak and Vanna White would be unemployed.
Grace Kelly, Jackie Kennedy, Katharine Hepburn, Sophia Loren - these women could wear burlap bags and still look beautiful. They personify the difference between fashion and style. Fashion can be bought.
Jennifer Aniston cuts her hair and hundreds of girls cut theirs. Angelina Jolie gets a tattoo and hundreds of girls get tattoos. Rock Stars and sports heroes wear their caps backward and males of all ages do it too. This would be a better world if keeping up with the Joneses provided us with exercise.
The Brits provided us with the Beatles and the Rolling stones. Now they've provided us with a rock group called Trash Fashion. True to its name, the group dresses in costumes that look like they were dredged from the depths of trash bins the day after Halloween. Don't worry if you can't picture the look. It will be coming to a high school near you.
The mini skirt, the sack dress, bell bottom trousers and leisure suits - one size or look doesn't fit all. When we look in dressing room mirrors, we too often see what we want to see. If we always saw what we really looked like, every clothing store would be required to have first aid kits in their dressing rooms - the truth can hurt.
The saying what goes around comes around supposedly applies to fashion. Both mini skirts and bell bottom trousers made it back on the scene via the revolving door of dressing, but we can hope that some fashion fads don't. We can hope that today's baggy pants for boys and Brittany look for girls will be boxed up to wait in the attic of attire. We can hope that what goes up doesn't have to come down.
My hair came down from pony tails, French twists and French braids. My hair has been straight and curly, long and short, highlighted, tinted and dyed. I suffer from OS - Oprah Syndrome. Some looks never grow on me, but at least they grew out.
Okay, I may not be in style; but I don't let that bother me. Those who aren't in style can't be out of style. |
