This week Pam Lutrell and I are continuing our series on Hitting Your Style Sweet Spot, with dressing for a Holiday Party. I’m also sharing the story of my skirt. It may sound goofy, but when I’ve worn a garment for years, it accumulates a story. A history that wraps me in memories. This skirt is priceless because it whisks me back to some wonderful years, I spent with a woman I loved dearly.
There’s a style rule that says short women can’t wear full-length skirts. Bunk. I do it all the time! Another one of those rules, not worth following!
I just make sure my top is on the shorter side, so the proportions are right. You want to aim for the 1/3 – 2/3 rule. My top makes up 1/3 of my outfit and the skirt makes up the other 2/3’s. It’s more balanced and visibly pleasing than cutting ourselves in half 🙂
I call this my market skirt. This was the skirt that I always wore when my boss and I went to the clothing marts, on buying trips for the boutique. No matter the season or temperature, New York, Los Angeles or San Francisco, this was my uniform. I always wore it with a plain black tank top and flat shoes. This wasn’t my favorite skirt, it was the most useful for me to act as our fit model.
When she and I spotted things we liked in the booths and showrooms, my boss always had me model them for her. We both wanted to see garments hanging on a body, not a hanger. So I’d haul a top, jacket or sweater over my tank top and voilà. There it was, styled with a skirt! For pants or other skirts, I’d just pull them on underneath, then whip off my skirt. It never got wrinkled because it was meant to be.
As a result of several strokes, my boss suffered with bouts of vertigo. We never knew when it would strike. She and I were wandering the showrooms in Los Angeles one year, and made a wrong turn. The door at the top of the escalator we took, emptied out on the roof-top parking lot. There was nothing else up there, except the escalator down. I could see the terror wash over her face. She was petrified to get on the down escalator. We waited and talked until it became clear she could not navigate that escalator.
I don’t know how long we stayed there, but it was getting late in the day. I finally convinced her to close her eyes, reach her arms around my waist from behind, and hold on tight. I promised she could trust me. She was scared. Hell, I was scared too! We stood at the edge of the top step and when she was plastered to my back, I said, “now, step forward”. She reached her leg forward and I grabbed the edge of her pants, as I launched us onto the escalator. She held on for dear life until we reached the bottom. It was emotional for both of us.
I’m wearing my skirt with a tank top similar to what I wore to market, all those years ago. I dug this rhinestone pin out of a pile of broken baubles at the flea market ages ago. The long Pearl necklace was a recent hostess gift from my friend, Contessa 🙂
This outfit could take me to a Holiday Party, a fancy dinner out or many occasions. I can’t wear this skirt without remembering my boss and dear friend Sandy, who lost her battle with ovarian cancer, much too young.
I’m always in my Style Sweet Spot when I wear this skirt, because of its rich memories.
Do you have clothes that hold precious memories?
Now let’s pop over to see what Pam is wearing to her holiday party!