The Art of Clothes

I love nice clothes. I can't say I love 'fashion' because I don't follow the designers or the current trends. I don't subscribe to the fashion magazines. Occasionally as a treat my husband will bring one home. I do pour over it noticing every detail, I can't help myself, it's art.

You know the best part of these Marios Schwab photos and the fashion magazines? You don't see any pajama pants!! No hoodies or flip flops. Or, the horror, sweat pants with pockets. You see beautiful women and men adorned with the art of clothes. Interesting colors and designs, great shapes. Let's be honest, putting on a well fitting, stylish outfit just feels good!

So why does everyone dress like they need to get to the Laundromat? I really am boggled by this. I think there is a feeling that p.j.s and slippers in the grocery store means, "I am so cool that I can shop in my jammies". No, you actually look like your homeless.

When I visited Italy one of the things that really strikes you is how well put together everyone is. Americans are SO easy to spot. They are wearing nerdy jeans, tennis shoes and sweat shirts. How we must look to those fashionable Italians! I came home determined that I would always try to present myself in a way that said I have respect for myself.

Is it really so much work to actually pull on real pants? Is slipping on a pair of shoes really SO exhausting? Is it easier to pull on a sweat shirt than a pull on top?

I go to the mall and the place is packed with p.j., flip flopping, hoodied shoppers. They all have bags of purchases clothes. Where do they wear them? Is there some well dressed place in town I've missed? What? The bags are full of more hoodies and jammies!? That's it, Italy here I come.