It’s New Year’s Eve in the Cultural West. What, then, to wear?
Let’s first wave to the Lunar New Year, and to Rosh Hashanah. Hello you alternate dates for launching a New Year! No matter when we mark it, all humans notice that the earth turns, and that seasons bring us round again to beginnings. Which occasionally involve dressing up.
And at the Western New Year, one dresses often for the opposite sex. Maybe that’s how Nature keeps us propagating. Unsurprisingly, more babies are born about 9 months after winter holidays than any other time of the year. To gauge the popularity of your birthdate, click here. See?
Straight off, let’s be clear I’m not talking about dressing to attract male stranger attention. High WASPs are brought up to avoid such display like the plague, a whole novella worth of deconstruction that we’ll save for another day. Let’s jump to the assertion that we do believe it’s OK to dress for the attention of males to whom one is already attached.
For example, Significant Other and I had Christmas Eve dinner at the Tadich Grill. I wore my 2011 Prada dress and cashmere cardigan, with Louboutins.
And black fishnet tights.
High WASPs think fishnets are very risqué. Please don’t disillusion me. We understand that drugstore reading glasses probably aren’t risqué at all, but we don’t care.
For Christmas dinner, I ordered St. Regis room service. Which I refuse to call In-Room Dining. My kids, you see, were with their dad, so Significant Other made the night a little special.
I decorated the original tasteful centerpiece with 3/$2.25 garlands from Walgreens. And dressed in an AllSaints sequin skirt, Anne Fontaine shirt with rhinestone buttons, (also a favorite of Angie’s) and $58.99 Nine West glitter platform slingbacks.
Had we been eating out my cultural whispers would have insisted I put on tights and pull the skirt lower. Would perhaps have tsked tsked sotto voce at the extreme gold of my inexpensive shoes. As it was, we dined in peace on carbonara and a burger. Excess thigh and shine display be damned.
And best of all, when the night came to a close, and I was full of cream sauce and rose champagne, I could shed the heels and don beloved plaid flannel pyjamas. With drawstring waist.
Because here’s what the Sturdy Gal really knows about dressing for the men in one’s life.
You see, I’ve had messages recently saying that the best service I do for you is to persist, with examples, at all aspects of Fierce at 50. Hence the loosening of some of my cultural restraints, in our discussions and images. As you can imagine, I am nervous about publishing. But one has to take some risks.
A very Happy New Year to all, with romance and beginnings at your command.
(Linked to Visible Monday, where women of a certain age are just that, visible.)