I am interrupting the regularly scheduled "Friday Favorites" to bring you my first-ever edition of "Fashionable Friday."And, I'm not terribly fashionable. So, here goes nothin'...
See, friends, it is entirely possible that I have lost all sense of self.
When strange fashion trends like leggings, skinny jeans, tights, exposed zippers and other 80s-inspired garb hit the fashion runways a couple of years ago, I ran... away.
I am hyper-self-aware of my body-type, and I certainly ain't the type to squeeze my not-so-small lower half into a pair of skinny jeans.
A few trusted fashionista friends said "Oh, Melinda, you would look cute in skinny jeans. Paired with the right top, they work on a lot of body-types. Just give them a whirl."
"Um. No, thanks. I'm perfectly happy with my straight-leg trousers and cardigans."
I've resisted the skinny-jean trend ever since.
But, last night, in a moment of dressing room desperation, I tried on (dum-dum-dum) a horizontally striped tunic with a pair of super-stretchy-skin-tight skinny jeans.
(Seriously. What is wrong with me lately?)
The weird part - I don't think I looked terribly ridiculous.
I bought the tunic. Mostly, because it was the only one left in my size (trying to avoid shopper's regret... I can always return it if I decide I look like a clown).
I did not, however, purchase the skinny jeans.
I wanted to though. I even carried them around the store for like, an hour while having an inner-voice conversation with myself about whether it was a good idea to buy them. Ultimately, I placed them back on the rack.
But now I have a horizontally striped (did I mention I may have lost my mind?) tunic and nothing to wear it with. So, I can either return the tunic or purchase the skinny jeans.
Oh, the dilemma.
Yes, I realize there are much bigger problems in the world, but until I solve the sticky skinny jeans situation, I can't possibly move on to worldly issues.
The outfit I tried on looked something like this (although my tunic is way cuter than this one):