Skinny, But Not Too Skinny
Back in November, I went to The City (New York City, of course; we just call it The City in Connecticut – we’re that cool) and discovered that I had slipped off the fashion treadmill.
I was still wearing boot-cut jeans when everyone had gone to skinny jeans tucked into tall boots (“Country Mouse“). This only dismayed me briefly, since I went right out and bought skinny jeans, and tucked them into my tall boots, which I also went out and bought (“But My Ankles Look Slim“).
As an aside, I must be a real writer – just look how many times I can quote myself.
So Wednesday, I went back to The City. I was going to wear my skinny jeans and boots, but the weather has turned very warm. The forecast predicted 75 degrees. I didn’t want to commit another fashion faux-pas by wearing boots out of season. So I figured it would be safer to commit the same old faux-pas and wear my boot cut jeans with my high-heeled ankle boots.
Because I figured by now the boot-cuts might be back in fashion. Things change quickly in the Big Apple.
Still skinny jeans.
The only women wearing boot-cut pants were OLD. Like my age. But I don’t want to dress my age. I want to dress younger than that.
Actually, skinny pants seemed to have gotten even skinnier. Like for instance, leggings. I saw lots of girls with leggings. But I can’t go quite that far. I may want to dress younger than my years, but even for fashion-conscious me, the thought of leggings on a sixty-one-year-old makes me throw up in my mouth a little.
So I’ll go skinny. But not too skinny. If the pants need a zipper at the ankle to fit your foot, I may have to take a pass. My bunion might not squeeze through.
So then, Skinny-ish. Which is maybe Straight-leg.
(But not mom-jeans.)
And now that the weather is warmer, there seems to be two options for shoes with skinny jeans. Either stilettos or ballet flats.
Some of the women in stilettos looked pretty nice, but mostly they looked unsteady. Since I still can’t balance on one foot after ten years of yoga, I’m not holding out much hope for me. Besides, the older women in tight pants and stilettos looked slightly disreputable. Not to mention top-heavy. Once you lose your waist, stilettos just look wrong.
But the ballet flats were nice. And I have some. And I can walk in them.
So as soon as I got home, I tried on my skinny jeans with my ballet flats.
But the jeans were a bit too long. This didn’t seem to matter much tucked into boots, but now, I have to fix them. They have to be hemmed to the ankle. Or a little above. Slightly short is nice with ballet flats. Sort of Audrey Hepburn. Which I could absolutely be, given forty pounds or so.
Do you know how hard it is to hem jeans? How many sewing machine needles you can go through in fifteen minutes?
I tried just a roll-up at the cuff. Boyfriend jeans, the magazines call them. Well, I’m too old for a boyfriend I guess. More high-water than high-fashion.
So I’m off to the tailor, where I will turn my frugal jeans into expensive jeans.
And in the meantime, I have dozens of cardigans that I wear with everything. (“I’m Sticking With It” – yes indeed, I am a prolific writer.) And in The City, all the cardigans were either very long or very cropped. So maybe the tailor can cut one sweater short and use the remnant to make another sweater long?