Little Luce aka Morticia aka Lucretia has gone goth. Totally cool. But she told her mom and a certain friend of her mom’s to stop dressing like a teenager and to dress age appropriately.
Obviously we can’t wear black widow’s clothes. We’re not widows–though Lucia who has a long marital history was widowed once, but that was 20 years ago, when we were basically kids.
Really black widow’s clothes were claimed by teenagers many years ago. My dad used to go around saying that he had the only fifteen year old daughter dressed in perpetual mourning. We lived in the suburbs, and it was still a city teenage look. My sister, who is two years younger, carried on the new all black Savage girls look, after I left for college.
I refuse to wear the type of cheap polyester that you see on the back of banal women’s magazines.
While I love dresses, especially Diane Von Furstenberg type wrap ones, they’re not the type of clothes I want to wear every day.
I look good in jeans. They’re slimming, comfortable and can be dressed up and down. My signature look for many years was a good jacket with jeans and good shoes or boots. I have a pair of pink Timberland boots that every teenager wants to buy from me.
For years I would wear jackets with long skirts, and combat boots to work because I had to walk up and down six flights of stairs often. When I would get the “combat boots aren’t appropriate, they make you look younger and not professional” speech, I would counter with “and you walk up and down the stairs all day?”
That shut them up. I was a social worker in a nursing home where you’d have to wait forever for the outmoded elevators. I was in my 40’s and felt complimented that most residents thought I was much younger. If my feet aren’t comfortable I’m not comfortable.
Then everybody got into the fake Chanel with jeans look. I refused to give it up.
I love well made high quality tees and wear them with jeans often; they go together like peanut butter and jelly–if I was ever restrained enough to stop eating the peanut butter straight out of the jar–which I’m not so I only dream about peanut butter.
Am I supposed to begin dreaming about tee’s and jeans, too?
Am I supposed to give up my signature look because kids like to dress that way also?
How exactly are Lucia and I supposed to dress?