Go to Wilkes Bashford at the Stanford Shopping Center, one day when you are feeling the full force of years of self-denial. Go when you are newly promoted to vice president. Go with a friend who has been an executive for years. Try on a suit from Kiton. White. Cashmere. It will fit you perfectly.
Pay the very deferential salesperson, who says you look great, and you will, $5,000. Take the suit home. Put it in your closet. And say, “Goodbye, beautiful skirted suit.” Because you will never wear this out the door. Despite the beautiful details, the softness, the apparent kinship with warm clouds and snow that do not exist in nature.
Because a white cashmere skirt suit, is, for all intents and purposes, a Swiffer. A lovely Swiffer, but a Swiffer. There’s only so much dust that any one woman wants to attract in her lifetime and the great big dirty world is a pretty dusty place.
I probably made my closet very happy. Let’s look on the bright side.