Friday, March 10, 2006
"didi and the newsboy cap," an exceptionally long post
the sweet picture of daphne and annie posted below got me thinking about clothes.
very early this morning, while andrew was giving his legal brief (due today) one final edit, i was under the covers, feeling hungover and headachy for no reason. well, a week ago i bought a copy of "bazaar" magazine, the one with salma hayek on the cover, and it was on the night table. and so i picked it up and started to read. never good to read a fashion magazine while in bed with a headache. it can only make things worse. paging through, i found an article on sharing clothing with friends to cut costs, which said something like, "buying that $3,000 blouse won't hurt quite so much, knowing you can share it with a friend." ha. ha! a three thousand dollar what? you can get a 1986 oldsmobile calais, 72,000 miles, white with brown interior, for half that. i sure did.
the point is, some people really love clothes. you'd have to care for clothes pretty passionately to make a purchase like that. and if i cared that much for a blouse, i probably wouldn't share it with anybody else. i threw the magazine to the floor. all this sartorial musing led me to the realization that clothes don't matter that much to me. in fact, there are only three clothing items i've ever really loved. and two of them apply to men.
1. i love a man's bare foot in a brown loafer. ever since the 9th grade, when david cook wore dusty brown loafers on his dusty brown feet one summer at camp, i've been devoted.
2. i love a man in a blue dress shirt with the collar open and the sleeves rolled up 3/4 of the way. i could go on at length about the appeal of that arrangement.
3. i love a girl in a newsboy cap. this goes back to 8th or 9th grade, too. i had a red plaid newsboy cap, and it was simply too cool to wear. i adored it. i adored my reflection in it. and i was terrified of being made fun of for wearing it (homeschoolers in nebraska had a dress code of sorts, and anything resembling janet jackson was not on the list). so it's still wrapped in tissue paper, kept in a flowered hat box at mom and dad's house. only wore it once or twice.
but daphne got me thinking about it. if it's really one of my few favorites, i should bust it out again. forget that the season's wrong. forget that red plaid really isn't done anymore. next time you see me, i might just be winking at you from under my old newsboy cap.
p.s. the first thing i ever heard about my future husband: the day he met ali and emily, he was wearing a dress shirt with the sleeves rolled up and loafers with no socks. ali said so. and she has a crazy, meticulous memory. so before i met him, i knew he was destined to be mine.