New York Report
Last week I went into The City (yup, that’s what we call in out here in East BumF**k) with a friend to see a Broadway play.
We saw “Motown: The Musical”. I love Motown. I loved Motown even before I loved The Beatles. The music in this show was spectacular – although sometimes it was just Snippets of Spectacular. They crammed in as many numbers as they could – but I would have liked to have heard a few more all the way through. Since it already ran about three hours, I’m thinking they could have cut Rick James and added one more stanza of just about anything else. But I am being picky. It was outstanding music. (And dialogue as corny as the play I wrote in fourth grade.)
But that’s not even the topic of this post.
I am here to report on the latest New York styles.
As soon as I got off the train, I could see that fashion had changed A LOT!
Everyone was dressed in FLAGS. Flag T-shirts. Flag pants, Flag hats.
But then I realized that it was Puerto Rico Day, and everyone was going to the parade.
Thank goodness. Because this was a fashion bandwagon I wouldn’t have been too keen to jump on.
Once we got a further up 42nd Street, the styles definitely took a turn for the better.
Lots of skirts. It’s nice to know that skirts are back. But then again, I only have two – a denim skirt for casual, and a high-waisted red mini that is my Statement Skirt. I guess that makes my denim skirt my Non-Statement Skirt. So I am all set for both speaking and non-speaking occasions.
The best skirt I saw, though, wasn’t a mini. It was quite long and full. But not a maxi. More like Audrey Hepburn in the fifties. And the wearer had the perfect little jersey top – striped and fitted and boatnecked. She was ready for Paris in New York, and I was too. I am just waiting for the day when I can scan a stranger with my phone and the clothes she is wearing pop up in my cell phone to purchase. In my size. On sale. Free shipping. I am thinking this app is probably just six months away.
The most intriguing outfit I saw was not the Naked Singing Cowboy in Times Square. (although he was a close second.)
We had brunch at a French restaurant on Ninth Avenue. And the hostess had amazing style.
She was wearing skinny ankle pants with ballet flats. Me too! I score in the Big Apple again!
But the similarity stopped at the waist.
Our hostess was wearing a little black camisole with a racerback. She had visible bra straps from a non-racerback bra.
I can’t get used to visible bra straps. It has been one of my main goals in life to always make sure my bra straps are hidden. I remember a kid teasing me when I was about thirteen because my bra strap was peeking out from my sleeveless blouse. I was mortified. No one will ever see my bra strap again. It is a sight just too terrible to endure.
However, this hostess looked really great. The racerback top with the straight bra straps on either side – somehow it suited her.
But the crazy-adorable thing was the sweater this woman wore with her camisole. It was a wrap sweater – the kind that has no buttons, just long tails that you tie. That type of sweater looks really sweet except I usually hate the big bulky knot at the waist. I don’t need any more bulk there, thank you.
Now, you may be thinking: How did Nancy know about the girl’s visible bra straps and racerback cami, if she was wearing a sweater?
Because she had her sweater on BACKWARDS!
That’s right – she had turned her sweater around so it covered her completely in the front, and swooped around loosely with the bulky knot at her pretty (and tiny) butt!
The effect was adorable!
She also had short-short hair and a perfect complexion and weighed 105 lbs and was maybe 26. She looked like a ballerina.
Who knew that backwards could be so fashion forward?
I was entranced.
After a trip to New York, I always try to incorporate the styles I see – in a manner appropriate for East Bumf**k, of course.
But I can’t copy the backward sweater.
Once you are over 60, you no longer look like a ballerina if you wear your sweater backwards.
You look like you forgot your meds.