It wasn’t my night last night. The night belonged to two very nice co-workers who were both hired November 1 1984. 50 people enjoyed a lovely meal, speeches, entertainment, conversation, a bit of dancing and a lot of wine. But as their guest until about 2 am, I was thoroughly enjoying myself. And my outfit.
I tried on clothes on Wednesday, only to discover that I’d “outgrown” my favorite party clothes, and wasn’t terribly thrilled with the alternative left me. I spent Thursday looking for alternatives. With the exception of the V-necks and lovely purples, there is little about the current fashion that attracts or suits me – or fits me (skinny jeans really are for the skinny-legged). And a bum shoulder also meant I couldn’t even get some garments one. I did buy silver-colored leggings (or tights, as they are literally called in Norway – often misspelled as thights which also makes sense); I figured if I didn’t like them, I could still use them for yoga.
To my surprise, the silver leggings looked good on me with an old purple blouse I had. Together with dressy sandals and heaps of jewelry, I had an outfit on Thursday that worked.
Until I woke up at 2 am Friday morning with my thoughts racing. That’s when I realized that I may have to go back to my original alternative, because I wasn’t entirely comfortable with the outfit I had put together. I plugged in an audio book and managed to silence my own brain by paying attention to someone else’s. Eventually I got some sleep, but it was the wrong night to lose sleep since I was going to be up late later.
A quick dash back into the stores during office hours, and I found a tunic in a riot of purple colors and paisley patterns. It wasn’t the sort of thing I wear at all, but it looked OK in the dressing room mirror. I bought black velvet leggings to wear with it, and it looked better than OK.
The classic black dress in all its variations shows up at every party. Last night I got a lot of nice compliments from both men and women for my colorful choice. And I have to say I was quite pleased with having found something both fashionable and attractive – at my age and weight.
Still want to wear those silver leggings in public, though. I have a plan…