A Year in Review – Day 26
Out of all my looks this year, Gamine style was the most baffling for people. They had never heard of it. And before my style quest, I had never heard of it either. That’s probably because I’m in America and Gamine is a European look. The word Gamine is equally confusing. It’s a French word that means, “Urchin, waif, or playful, naughty child.” Okay, so that’s Pippi Longstockings to me and I think getting in and out of my mini van would be too hard with hair like that. (Although I’ve always wanted a monkey.)
But that’s not really what Gamine style is either. It’s basically American Classic with a French twist. It’s an adorable, tiny woman wearing a mix of girlish and boyish clothes and making them all work fabulously together. It’s pedaling to the market in little capri pants and a sweater tied around your neck. It’s Audrey Hepburn.
But it’s not really me. I don’t consider myself tiny or adorable and I think if you polled a hundred people that know me and asked them to describe me, those two adjectives would not come up. Still, I gave Gamine a go all the month of August and I had some success with it, and of course, a little bit of failure. Here’s a random sampling of my version of Gamine style —
An all-white outfit. Kind of Gamine and completely insane for my life.
A picnic for one, Gamine-style… And, as organized as always, I didn’t bring any food.
I think this is Gamine, except for the glasses. I’m forever forgetting to take off my sunglasses for pictures. I like this outfit and I’m sad one of our goats tore a hole in the shirt… and I don’t know where that skirt is… and the shoes are cute, but incredibly painful… other than that, I would totally wear this outfit again.
I think I swerved into American Classic in this outfit. I also think the jeans dress/shirt is incredibly shapeless and unflattering. I got it at Target and the tiny belt that came with it makes it look like I got it at, well, Target.
For some reason, I remember hating this outfit the most. It doesn’t look that bad in the picture, but I just felt sooooooo frumpy. And the sweater was a cheap rayon or some other godforsaken material and it felt awful… I had a friend that used to work at Taco Bell and this sweater felt like one of her uniforms.
Which proves, once again, it doesn’t matter what something looks like, because if it doesn’t feel right, what’s the point? Unless, of course, you feel your best in a Snuggie —
… After a while, that might be hard to justify.
Only five more days until my style quest is over!!!! Up next tomorrow, Arty Slick…