Last week, for reasons I would rather not get into, my husband and I had a discussion about house insurance.
It turns out he is clueless. Loveable, but clueless.
Our house contents are insured for $75,000. When he dropped that bombshell, and I asked him if we had a special rider for my clothes, he looked at me with complete incomprehension. When he recovered capacity for his speech he became yet more incomprehensible, and said “What, you have about 25 dresses right, at about $150 each? 10 pairs of shoes? How much are shoes?”
Tory Burch. Chloe. Helmut Lang. Kate Spade. Isabel Marant. Proenza Schouler.
These timeless fashion classics live in my closet.
This, my friend, is Burberry. BURBERRY. It was not $150:
This, this is Vivienne Westwood. Sure, only her red line, but still, not $150:
You see, I am cursed by the fact that I have remained the same dress size for 20 years. And generally, classic fashion does not go out of style. Generally, classic fashion remains in my closet. I am helplessly timeless.
If we have a fire I guess the boys are all going to be naked for a while.
Well, honest to goodness, 2013 had better be good to me because the start of it was very frustrating.
I firmly believe that it is important to start a new year right. I know there are people who greet a new year the same way they left the old one but, is that constructive? Can you imagine the karmic repercussions?
So NATURALLY I had to be very careful about how I prepared for my New Year soirée. I flipped through my closet but decided that I couldn’t possibly turn over a new leaf in an old dress. One would THINK that 48 hours is ample time to find a fitting dress. I suppose that may be the case for everyone but me. Always everyone but me. **SIGH**
What a shopping nightmare.
Do you have any idea how hard it is to find a size 2 dress?
I’m sorry that I am small, I’m sorry that I don’t like ice cream, I’m sorry that my carb cravings are benign, I’m sorry that my metabolism is active, but I don’t think that the systematic discrimination against petite women is right. How can a store possibly justify only having ordered in size 6-12 dresses? Just because those of us outside those ‘externally imposed size boundaries’ are a minority doesn’t justify this fashion discrimination!
I get angry all over again just thinking about it.
The 11th hour is my finest hour however, and Holt Refrew and Donna Karan saved the day.
In 2013 I pray that the hurdles and barriers I experience due to my petiteness become less onerous, and as my New Year’s resolution I pledge that I will hold fast and work tirelessly for myself and other petite women everywhere.