Pretty


Elizabeth_taylor_in_butterfield_8 (Stop me if you've heard this before: I found this post in the archives of my old blog. I love it and how it's still timely so I'm reposting here.)

I love the retro fashions that have been everywhere the past couple of years. In fact, I spent all of last summer in flouncy skirts, and I loved it. Capri pants are still tacky, but cute printed skirts were the salvation for my post-baby body.

My interest in retro clothing has nothing to do with the "return to modesty" movement, or even with a false sense of nostalgia for the fifties. It simply is an expression of my desire for more glamour, "more pretty" in everyday life. I aspire to live more elegantly, allow myself to be more girly, because it makes ME happy. Unfortunately, I don't do that nearly as often as I could.



I just read an article in the New York Times about how slips are the new sexy thing and I completely agree. Sometimes hiding a little flesh is sexier. I used to love wearing thongs, but ever since one of my friends called them the "bridge of disease" I can't wear them as freely as I used to. Maybe I'm a hypochondriac, but I now prefer boy shorts - specially pretty lacy ones.



When I was a little girl I imagined myself wearing beautiful slips as I sat at my dressing table getting ready to go out. I always had a martini in hand and was spraying myself with perfume. I was going to be so sophisticated and glamorous every day!



While I don't have room for a dressing table, why shouldn't I allow myself to be fabulous and elegant? I know all about the realities of everyday life, trust me, I've been wiping a runny little nose all day. But really, how much more difficult is it put on a slip than the ratty old t-shirt I've been wearing all morning?



When I was in high school, I once asked a friend why he dressed so nicely everyday. After all, we were just going to class. He shrugged and said "it takes just as much effort to put on nice clothes as it does to put on ugly ones." He was right.