Recently a girlfriend and I were discussing fashion, in particular our lack of it. My expertise in fashion consists of black shoes and black purses as you know these things ought to match. But when I try to do something different (ie: colorful) I crash and burn quite spectacularly - not unlike the Hindenburg.
In 2004 I went to a friends wedding and I hit a great sale on a light pink pantsuit that for some reason would became just short of hot flourescent pink under the lights at the reception.
There was a live band playing and the singer asked me to dance while he sung "Lady in Red" but exchanged the 'red' for 'pink' throughout. People around us were commenting like "Yes that is quite PINK alright" and "Wow, that's quite a bold color!"...
Uugh, would it have been too much to ask that their band be colorblind for that one day? Well everyone who was there had their retnas seared for sure. To top it off I had just frosted my hair blonde the night before and it was rather WHITE. So owing to that fact, you could actually say that I looked like a strawberry cupcake with vanilla frosting and chocolate sprinkles on top!
Clearly a true fashion icon was in the house. Oh the humanity...
1 comment:
Hi Rita,
Oh no -- a big PINK gorilla! You can't know it, but that has been a running gag between my friend Kim and me when I visited her and her family in Texas a couple of years ago. Thanks for the memory and the giggles!
Hugs,
Birgit
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