Carrie v. the Fashion Industry
April 28, 2011
I only go clothes shopping once every year or so (barring emergency runs for a new pair of jeans). I’m not much of a clothes horse. “Functional” and “Not Looking Like a Hobo” are my primary concerns. I decided to go on a concerted shopping trip yesterday because I realized I’ve been wearing the same four outfits to my book-related events for the last two or three years. I really needed some nice new tops.
But I got a little frustrated.
Every few years, the fashion industry comes up with a color palette that seems specifically designed to make fair-skinned blonds look like washed-out zombie people. This appears to be one of those years. Peach, gray, and spring green. Really? The hell?
Then there were the ruffles. Everything has ruffles on it. Ruffles, scrunchies, flowers, fringe, more ruffles. Women’s clothing has gone ultra ultra froofy feminine this spring. WHY?!
On top of all that, I seem to have found myself at that awkward in-between age. The junior section is way too young for me anymore. But the “women’s” clothing all looks like it belongs on one of those Real Housewives shows. I really don’t want to look like that, either. I’m *this close* to running screaming back to my jeans and T-shirts.
I did, eventually, find a couple of nice shirts. One of them is a button-up short sleeve linen-looking thing with a funky blue print. When I saw it in the store, I liked it. Then I looked at it a little more closely. It sparkled. I was like, huh? Then I discovered: it had about two-dozen random sequins stitched onto it. Once again, Fashion Industry: WHY?! Why would you do that? Why would you take this relaxed funky shirt and sew sequins on it?!
I bought the shirt anyway. And cut all the sequins off.
POWER TO THE PEOPLE!