Wednesday, August 5, 2009
Right to Bare Arms . . .
Two of my last three posts have the word "death" in their titles. Not so light, really, is that?!
But you know I can do light. I can do light very well indeed and today that's what I'm going to do. I find light to be a very good balance to dark/heavy, actually, which might be why I headed out shopping the morning after this. Shopping concentrates my mind quite effectively. And this was the kind of shopping that requires concentration -- since I really didn't need anything, I was only interested in very good buys -- summer clothes, end of season -- that I would still think were good buys next time we had weather for wearing them. I was shopping at The Bay, which I rarely do, it having dropped so far away from its previous identity over the last ten years. But this was a sale that added "40% off the last mark on the price tag" which was already 30% off the original price.
I bought a black sleeveless cotton T/tunic by T Tahari, body-skimming but loose enough to leave my back fat alone, lovely ruching-type gathering around the scoop neck, no picture available.
The Anne Klein top pictured above, lined silk chiffon with, in the orange I haven't been able to wear but am committed to trying more, and in this combo, it works beautifully -- This was new for Fall so not on sale, but I loved it so much I bought it anyway. It works well under a thin/fine black cardigan, grandpa-length. I am most likely to wear it without the belt.
Both these purchases, and the two great dresses I bought (both by T Tahari -- one all-over animal-print in black-white linen, silk lining, fabulously smart and comfy/casual at the same time, imho; the turquoise silk jersey above, with same-colour beading dramatically enlivening the scoop neck, empire, will do for dress-up this winter as well as for travel next summer) were part of my "political" wardrobe enhancement. I've decided that my upper arms are not an ugliness that it's my responsibility to protect society from. They may be heavier and older than my magic wand would make them, but they're Pilates and kayaking and grocery-hauling toned, and I'm a bit tired of this nonsense of disguising body parts that I generally find useful simply because they don't look photoshopped.
That bravado may be a clear result of the heat wave we're now moving out of, and I may retreat into meek compliance with the cultural gaze that deems older women rather nasty. In that case, I will have wasted not so much money last week and/or I will have to invest in more cardigans to cover up. Meanwhile, though, I'm getting used to these old arms finally getting a bit of colour.
I did buy one short-sleeved top, though, because I couldn't resist its prettiness. I can't find a photo of it, a sweet royal-blue and yellow overall floral print in silk chiffon over a white cami, very blousy, peasant neck with a loose bow at one shoulder(Calvin Klein). Spectacularly on sale.
And one cardigan, when I do want to cover up (or stay warm) -- navy with cream polka dots from Liz Claiborne, sturdy cotton knit, bracelet sleeves, very smart, very cute with the reverse colours on the inside.
None of these labels find their way into my closet very often -- they generally seem rather like an extension of preppy, somehow, excepting the T. Tahari which I know nothing of. But the quality seems decent in all of them, and I am confident I'll get seasons and seasons from each piece.
Light, then. Happy? I am! And thanks to the sale prices, so is my budget.
More lightness coming up when I do the meme assigned/awarded to me by my latest blog crush, Privilege: A High Wasp Stops to Consider.
Meanwhile, how are you doing? I love your comments, you know!