Gamine – Day 29
Wow, thanks for all your compliments and responses on “when to wear white”. It seems like some people avoid wearing white entirely because it’s too frustrating a color while others wear white by just lowering their standards of cleanliness. I like the second approach and think I’ll go for it. If my outfit gets too dirty I could just hold up a sign that says, “Hey, it’s white. You try it.”
I remember once reading a book called “Animal Style” and it was all about how to have a chic-looking house if you have a lot of animals. Not exactly Anna Karenina, but hey, the classics rarely have ideas on how to get dog hair off the curtains. There was an interview with Eleanor Mondale (daughter of Walter) and I’ll never forget the picture because she had a horse in her living room. She swore that all-white furniture was the way to go with animals because you can tell when it’s dirty and clean it right away. It made so much sense to me that I immediately called Pottery Barn and bought an all white couch and two white club chairs… which were, of course, filthy constantly and I spent much of my day unzipping and zipping slip covers to put in the wash while cursing the name of the entire Mondale family.
As far as my non-white Gamine outfit today, I’ve got to say, it was pretty boring. I added a ponytail after many requests that something cute should be done with my hair, but to me the ponytail isn’t that cute. It’s a rushed ponytail (my specialty!) that looks more functional than saucy.
Also, the pants that I’m wearing slipped down all day over my non-hips revealing large mom underwear. On one of the million times I pulled my pants back up to where they should be, I realized that not only a foot long section of my mom underwear was sticking out of the back, but also the underwear tag was flying in the breeze like a mini Gap flag.
All I can say is, two more Gamine days… just two more days…