Avante-Garde – Day 5
You can smile all you want, but dressed in Avant-Garde the world will just see you as an ice queen. Here are some of the things I heard about this outfit —
“I feel intimidated talking to you when you’re dressed like that.”
“If you were wearing that outfit when we met, I don’t think we would have become friends.”
“I was wondering who that person was dressed up like (disdainfully) that, then I realized it was you!”
Maybe part of the issue is that I’m wearing black in the country. Country people still only wear black for funerals. If I lived in a city I would totally blend in with the other Avant-Garders and not like someone who got lost in the Guggenheim and now finds herself bored and standing next to a tube slide in Northern California.
Although the good news is, as far as the service industry goes, I’m back in Euro chic territory. Whether I’m standing in line at the toy store or getting my fourth latte for the day, salespeople scramble to help me. When I was dressed in Euro chic, I got great service because people assumed I was rich. But with Avant-Garde, it doesn’t feel like that. It feels like I’m getting great service because, judging by the way I’m dressed, I’m the type of person that if I don’t get great service, I will cause a foot-stomping, call the manager, hissy fit. So Avant-Garde definitely has it’s perks.
Which means I am so wearing this outfit the next time I go to the DMV.