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A Year in Review – Day 6

I took on Euro Chic in February.  I thought it was a good contrast to Rock and Roll and Euro Chic has a level of fancy to it that just intrigued me.  Plus, it’s European and I’m American so the style just evokes images of me strolling around Paris looking fabulous while buying baguettes, talking with big, expressive hand gestures and riding the Eiffel Tower.  (I’m guessing that’s what French people do all day.  Just like Americans spend most of their time inside the Statue of Liberty.)


Well, I got more than I bargained for with Euro Chic.  First of all, the footwear is intense.  High stiletto boots.  Kitten heels.  Insanely expensive knee high boots.  All of it uncomfortable.  None of it farm or park friendly.  And the silk scarves!  And the silk pants!  And the silk shirts!  I’ve never been more afraid of sticky peanut butter fingers in all my life!  And instead of running towards my children if they had a bloody knee, I’d find myself running away from them.  This is why Euro Chic-ers have nannies.  The clothing does not allow you to be near your children.


But the most amazing thing about Euro Chic was the way people treated me.  The world of sketchy people opened up to me when I was wearing Rock and Roll, which was great, but even better, the service industry opened up to me when I wearing Euro Chic.

Let’s face it, a lot of people that work in the service industry hate children.  And with good reason.  I’ve seen what my children do to a table at a restaurant.  I’ve seen the looks from flight attendants (and passengers) as I’m heading down the aisle with three cranky kids and a backpack full of annoying toys.  I get it.  So I just thought that’s what the deal is — When you have children, most people (in America, at least) ain’t too pleased to see you.


But with Euro Chic, I found that’s simply not true.  I’ll never forget my first big outing in Euro Chic.  My family and I were standing in a very long line to get into a science museum in San Francisco.  There I was, dressed in my silk pants, blazer, pearls, scarf and super pointy boots, surrounded by other moms who were all in the the usual mom uniforms — mom jeans, pony tails, fleece jacket, backpack — and I remember looking around thinking, Gosh, they all look so comfortable.  I wish I was dressed like that.


But then, one of the museum employees started calling out, “Ma’am.  Ma’am, can I help you?”  I looked behind me but there was no one there.  My husband said, in complete disbelief, “I think she’s talking to you.”  In a matter of moments, my whole family and I were whisked to the front of the line and ushered quickly into the museum.  With no explanation at all, just simply a slight nod from the employee that said, Better people go first.  I thought, Wow, so this is how rich people get treated all the time.  It has nothing to do with having kids or not, it’s all about perceived economic levels.

It was then that I fell in love with Euro Chic.  After all, painful shoes and stained silk shirts are a small price to pay for amazing service.


  • Even if you don’t go Euro Chic again, hold onto a few outfits for traveling–you never know when you might need to get better service from airline folks!

  • Amy says:

    I have so enjoyed following your blog for the better half of this year. I was introduced to the blog sometime during your Mod month and fell in love with your writing and the whole concept and spent the next two nights catching up on the archives of Euro Chic and Rock n Roll, and then sharing your blog with every mom I could think of.

    Have you ever heard of Dressing Your Truth? I would LOVE to see you try out their methods next year. It would be really cool to see how you put it together with what you’ve learned this past year.

  • Von says:

    It is so interesting to know about the different way you found yourself being treated in different looks. I have never been whisked to the front of a queue but I was once trying to catch a taxi near a rather swanky hotel when the porter there took pity on me and flagged one down. The driver obviously thought I was from the hotel and apart from worrying about what sort of tip he’d be expecting I did feel a bit like I was getting the posh treatment.

    • My Year of Fabulous says:

      I know. Isn’t it so interesting? It’s the only time I’ve ever been ushered to the front of a line I think! Especially with kids!

  • jo says:

    Euro chic means trying to look like a slightly posh Parisian, yes? They still walk a lot.
    So Euro chic shoes shouldn’t have to be painful! Ballet flats, brogues, loafers, even stylish sneakers and similar styles is what to wear when you walk a lot and try to be chic at the same time. At least in Stockholm :)
    You probably need something else on the farm, but if you need something dressier, flats can always great too.

    • My Year of Fabulous says:

      I know. I think the footwear I was wearing was on the cheap side and real Euro chic footwear is expensive and really comfortable. That’s what I’m guessing anyway. My goal was to not spend too much money on each look so I couldn’t go full Euro chic — I just had to buy the knock offs.

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