Anyone with the eyes to see will be able to tell you what the trend of the moment is. Closing my eyes and praying it's simply the South's molasses-textured way of doing things (i.e. slow and resisting movement or change), I tried to ignore the months of tedious repetition where articles of clothing were concerned. This being a Saturday, and having the freedom to do a little shopping, it occurred to me once again that nothing is moving. There is no scent of change in the air; no feeling that this game of Follow the Leader may be about over and perhaps a nice round of Tug of War could begin.Maybe it's always been this way, and the bold trends of the moment are just more eye catching this time around. Perhaps this year's skinny jeans (and the last three years for that matter), are the same as Seventies-inspired bell bottoms that came back for a short period of time. Allow me to make a promise though; the sight of one more girl in tight pants tucked into riding boots will cause a knee-jerk reaction in me to do some early Spring cleaning in my closet. The look itself can be attractive on the right person, but is similar to listening to a loved song one too many times, causing you to sour towards it. Once something unique catches on, it ceases to be exclusive and becomes the standard. Sadly, there is nothing I can do about it but gripe, so let this be my moment of kvetching.
No comments:
Post a Comment