I might have titled this post, As Preppy As I’m Ever Going To Get.
We’ve all got some sort of heritage style. Maybe your Grandma had grand panache? Maybe your great-aunt refused to stop wearing hairnets? True story, that one.
Pause to reflect and honor the past.
In my case, the heritage is straight-up New England preppy. Which I avoid, truth be told, as respectfully as I can. Too much baggage, too much repression for a native blurter like me, wrapped up in a culture too heavily patriarchal.
But occasionally, clad in my grandmother’s Harris tweed jacket, and a cream-colored, generic-label cableknit turtleneck, I approach Prep Canyon. The culture is good at wool, after all. Excellent at refined and disciplined silhouettes. I look over the Hail Fellow Well Met edge. Teeter on the brink. And then pull on bootleg 7 for All Mankind jeans, a pair of two-tone heels, and step away. Towards Northern California, where we mix prep with 1970s college kid. True Preps would wear this outfit with straight-leg cords and cordovan loafers.
The dance with one’s heritage is always a two-step, is it not?
This week I’m joining the admirable Not Dead Yet Style in Visible Monday. Please go visit the rest of the crew, if you’ve got time. It’s a gathering of no-longer-twenty-year olds, vowing to emerge from invisibility.