I do love fashion

I know that headline will come as a complete shock to anyone who has ever seen how I dress. So let me repeat what I’ve said so often: I love looking at fashion and seeing pretty people in fabulous clothes. I just don’t have any desire at all to either own or wear anything that isn’t a sweatshirt requiring no bra and pants with an elastic waist. It is not mutually exclusive to like those two things simultaneously.

So there I was scrolling through the latest looks from New York fashion week when I realized that I tend to have exactly three reactions to any given piece of clothing.

  1. That’s something I like.
  2. That’s something I could get used to.
  3. Oh sweet Jesus, no!

And then I wonder if designers do this deliberately to see how much people will swallow to look cool before they will scream that it is not fashion to walk around with a pillow taped to your head. Not now. Not tomorrow. Not ever.

Oh yeah, and occasionally I do have a reaction in which I mentally scream, as I look at the model on the runway, “For the love of god, someone feed that poor woman.”

And that’s my take on fashion. Be brave, ladies. Someday you’ll be old like me and reach the Nirvana of sweatshirts and sweatpants. It’s even better than you imagined.