Wednesday night I went to see music genius Ben Folds play a concert with the Seattle Symphony. It was rockin’; such a great concert. I left elated and wishing I had some musical talent that went beyond the 20 song repertoire I learned on the piano in junior high. My rendition of Beth by Kiss isn’t really something anyone wants to listen to.
While the show left me inspired musically I was tortured fashionly (I bet you didn’t know that word existed, did you?). Anyway, Seattle was out in its finest Mad Men regalia. Who knew? I felt frumpy in my black peg legged jeans, purple clogs, black turtleneck and mustard sweater. I realized I was becoming the Seattle stereotype. The good news was I wasn’t wearing a gown with a ski jacket (that’s my Seattle pet peeve). I couldn’t’ believe all the hot outfits, cute coats, bright red lipstick and coiffed hairdos.
I voiced my observations to Kalen, my 14 year old stepson, date for the evening and musical hopeful. He assured me we looked great, “like hipsters.” He certainly looked the part with his Flock of Seagulls hairdo, oversized red sweatshirt, baggy jeans and skate shoes. But let me say it here, while I was flattered that my teenager thought we belonged in the same fashion category, I don’t want to be a 46 year old hipster.
I left the symphony pining for a trip to Les Amis to buy a bright Joan Holloway dress. I wanted to just say pa-shaw to this experiment and break the chains of restraint. Go wild buy like a banshee and throw caution to the wind. Update like I have never updated before. I was like a recovering cat nip addict smothered in cat nip toys. I began to perspire. I wanted to look snappy, bright and oh so current and was willing to lose my reputation and just go for it. And then….I got home, changed into my favorite pajama bottoms and t-shirt, checked on my sleeping babe, called my husband who was on a business trip, cleaned my kitchen, checked my e-mail and promptly forgot about my agitation. I slept that night dreaming that Ben Folds had a crush on me. Life after the rush is not so bad–just keep me away from the Symphony.
There is nothing quite like seeing other woman wearing fabulous clothes that gets the wardrobe mind ticking. Today on my way home from dropping my son at school I saw a woman standing in front of Pete’s coffee wearing an amazing vintage looking dress and some flashy peep toe sandals. I was inspired, but on closer inspection I saw that this woman was none other than our regular blogger Stayca Silverman. Girlfriend you wear it well. 
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