A Year in Review – Day 18
In May of this year, I chose American Classic as my style. I really thought it was going to be easy and that I was basically throwing myself a fashion softball. Oh, how completely wrong I was! Why did I hate American Classic so much? After all, hello? White American here. Shouldn’t American Classic be my “go to” style? Just throw on an oxford, grab my tartan picnic blanket and strap a canoe to my Volvo and off I go happily eating egg salad all the way to mummy and daddy’s lake house?
See, I can’t even write about American Classic without sounding sarcastic.
And I know lots of people look soooo chic and great in American Classic. Style icons like Katherine Hepburn and Jackie Kennedy. These women take simplicity to a whole new level and can make a trench coat look like the most stylish, feminine thing on the planet. I also have friends on the East Coast who totally rock American Classic. They always look so put together and capable.
Still, I couldn’t get past the feeling that I looked as if I followed the rules. With style, you tell the world your story and I don’t want anyone to think that I follow the rules. Don’t get me wrong, I’m not knocking over liquor stores in my free time, but I just firmly believe in always questioning authority — I have an anarchist side that just doesn’t jive with American Classic. It’s something that I tell my children at a very early age — always question authority. Don’t just do something because someone tells you to do it. What’s if it’s wrong? What if you disagree with it? What if it goes against your moral code? That goes with peers, your job, the government. Be your own person.
I even got my youngest son a shirt that says, “Question Authority”. Once, when we were at the grocery store, the checker saw August wearing it and was horrified. He said, “Question Authority? Why would you let your kid wear that? Mom is the authority. You want him to question you?”
Yes, of course, I told him. I want him to question me. What am I? The Wizard of Oz? Do I know everything? If I’m doing something my children disagree with I want to hear about it.
… and that’s why I couldn’t deal with American Classic. I felt like “Mom Authority”. I felt like I followed the rules. I felt like someone who would yell at a jay-walker, not be the jay-walker. (See, those are the kind of rules I break — cross walk rules — I am so dangerous.)
So even though the clothes looked pretty decent on me — I mean, they kind of fit my body type — It didn’t really matter. This was a great lesson because something can look great on you, but if you don’t feel great in it, why are you wearing it?
Clothes should make you feel good. Clothes should help remind you of who you are.
One good thing did happen during my American Classic month though — American Classics love tennis and I thought of a great way of incorporating tennis balls into my own life….
On our goat’s horns…
I’m not sure jumping on a trampoline with a goat is ever a safe thing to do, but an American Classic is always prepared for anything…