To counter rumours that I have become an irredeemable princess, I have been looking into way of being more mindful of my finances.
For instance, just this past Tuesday hubby and I had a conversation about spending during which, when pressured to make a guess, my husband estimated that I spend $1000 a month on clothing.
I found that a bit shocking. I couldn’t counter that number because I really never keep track, but I was still taken aback.
Upon further and later thought however, I began to wonder if that was a number he was comfortable with. And if it was a number he was comfortable with, and if I could manage a quick and dirty forensic audit of my clothing related purchases, and if it turned out that I did not spend $1000 per month – was that amount retroactive?
Why, only just last last month I let an Akris Punto dress, discounted at 40%, slip away from me because I was not sure how my husband would feel about the $945 price tag.
Did I miss my chance? Did I unwittingly limit my own horizons and sabotage my own dreams? So many women are self saboteurs after all; we don’t insist on as much as we deserve from the world around us.
You can be sure that henceforth I will not self limit. When I see what I want I will take out my credit card and make my dreams a reality.
I feel more empowered already.
I am so sad. It pains me to even think of my weekend now. I’ll have to wear black to The Barber of Seville, in mourning.
Oscar de la Renta, designer par excellence, has passed away at 82.
Now what will I wear if I ever have tea with the queen?
Or if I ever win an Academy Award?
Or am invited to the university president’s dinner party?
Or the OPERA, what will I wear to the opera now?
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.