My $.02 on leggings
19 Oct 2011 Leave a Comment
in Review Tags: clothes, leggings, trends
I’ve decided not to chime in on the leggings craze until now. I have patiently held my tongue, although if you know my opinion on jeggings
you can guess where this is about to go.
My theory is that those who wear leggings as pants are the socially acceptable versions of the little girls who would run around in their opaque tights holding their skirts up. Because let’s face it, leggings are one or two thread count away from being footless tights.
In Miami…maybe, but not Malden!
29 Mar 2009 Leave a Comment
in Random Thoughts Tags: alcohol, bar, beer goggles, catty, clothes, dancing, dress rules, drinking, judging, Labor Day, Miami, women
Last night was a surprise Welcome Home party for my friend’s sister Siobhan. For the last 6ish months she has been living/working in Ireland and just got back on Wednesday. I’ve known Siobhan for almost ten years and I have met a lot of her friends, but never have I seen them all in one place. Then came last night at Hugh O’Neil’s. What an eclectic crowd! Here’s a sampler:
Jason, the Corona drinker decked out head to toe in Red Sox Gear.
Katie, the single mom whose shirt kept falling down.
Michelle, the girl who wants to catwalk and pose to most songs
Shannon, the drink stealer that liked to scream when she talked
Then there was white girl! Just so you know, that is in NO way a racist statement. She was the girl (known only by Shannon) that was dressed head-to-toe in white. Now I have never been one to follow the white shoes after/on/before Labor Day, and I am no supermodel myself, but Oh Man!
Out of 25ish people, 24 thought she was a prostitute and had plans to spill something on her at some point during the night and the other “1″ thought she was dreamy (mind you, he was about 4 drinks in at the time). She was wearing a tight white halter top that barely covered her “girls”, tight spandex white pants and white heels. With everything right there and on display, and seeing her through fuzzy alcohol eyes, I could kinda sorta…not really see what Mr. 1 thought was a model.
She had two accessories….an armband tattoo and a muffin top. More power to her to have the confidence to wear the outfit, but if you are going to be that ballsy to dress like you are walking the corner….er, the beach in Miami, at least have the body for it. (I know, I know…put the claws away). Like I said earlier, I am not one to talk, I’m just saying the next size up in shirt and pants would have been perfect, and most of the girls agreed. Although 99% didn’t put it so nicely.
When we left, Miss White…was on the dance floor…with the candlestick (really Mr.1 but that’s not as funny), her outfit still untouched by red wine or chocolate cake. 
Farewell Filene’s
14 Mar 2009 Leave a Comment
in Rants Tags: Boston, clothes, department store, expensive, Filene's, Filene's Basement, Macy's, Macy's shopping, rant, shopper, shopping
It’s a sad time in Boston history, Filene’s is no more. Now you probably think I am nuts because Filene’s has been out of business for over a year now, and maybe I am a little nutty, but this is why. Yesterday when we were in Boston, we exited the T to see a sad, gaping hole where the Filene’s building was. So sad. Even worse, the part of the building still standing is now occupied by Macy’s, talking about spitting on the grave of a loved one. (I know we really weren’t talking about anything cemetery-related, but please keep up!)
While poor Mr. Filene is turning over in his grave, and thousands of us mourning the awesome bargains and clothes that don’t fall apart after one wash, Macy’s is there with it’s hoity toity expensive brands.
In my eyes, Macy’s appeals to two crowds, old rich women and hoochy teenage girls. Just think, when was the last time you heard a 15yo boy say to his friends, “Dude, let’s hit up Macy’s, I need a knew magenta Lacoste shirt to go with my plaid manpris!”? I’m guessing, and to some extent hoping, never. And let’s be honest, a department store that sells it’s own branded bottled water is a little pretentious, no?
Now, I’m sure if I was Lovey Howell (Gilligan’s Island….anyone?) I would love whatever my personal slave….uh…I mean shopper picked out, bought and delivered to me while I was having high tea at my townhome. But let’s face it, most of us are size 14 women or men who are built nothing like Tyson Beckford, and definitely not the type of shopper that could fill their closets with Macy’s wear.
While Filene’s may be gone, Filene’s Jr. aka Filene’s Basement, allows us to sleep soundly on bargain sheets and clearance pillows with the knowledge that the automatic markdown is here to stay. At least for now.
