“are you wearing pants?”

Last night, me and my younger brother attended a concert starring none other than the Man, the Musical Genius, a member of my Top Five Favorite Performers of All Time, Stevie Wonder. This was my second time seeing Stevie Wonderful, but I was no less thrilled, excited, and happy to share the event with my bro, who is also a big fan. For what I wore, I decided to keep it simple/dressed up but dressed down: (p)leather leggings that had been lounging in my room for almost a year, still boasting the tag, a blouse, and some short boots.

Concert2  Concert3

When I came downstairs to twirl and show the ensemble to my Mom, she uttered the question you see above. My reaction: I laughed until I could no longer breathe. I then explained that yes, I was wearing pants; in this case, leggings. She commented that they looked very “close to my skin.” (Mom-speak for tight.). So close that it didn’t seem like I was wearing pants. Assuring her that it would never be my choice to leave the house pantsless, I then explained that leggings were made to fit. She gave me the Mom side eye. I smiled and sat down to put on my makeup. That was that. Back in the day, I would have likely changed, believing that I appeared half-clothed and not wanting to incur that look of disapproval. But…

1) the leggings were actually kinda loose.
2) I was very comfortable in them.
3) they looked great!
4) I’m not 14.

Regarding #4, I love and respect my Mom’ opinions, but gone are the days when she dressed me and/or had that kind of significant influence on my fashion choices. That’s not to say that I don’t take her style advice (I’ll share of her gems in another post), but at the same time, I recognize that some of her advice is inspired by a different generation and culture. And, quite frankly, my mother would rather clip her toes with a rusty wrench than put on a pair of leggings. (My friends don’t refer to her as The Diva for no reason.) I get that. But I was (and am) OK with them, and I loved my look. So there you go.

Me and my bro.
Me and my bro.

She wasn’t going to let it go that quickly, though. She also mentioned that she would have chosen jeans, and warned that I may get cold. I took it all in stride, kissed her face until she playfully pushed me away, and left for the concert with my bro. A good time was had, Stevie was amazing, and it was an experience to remember.

How was your weekend?


Making Statements.

One thing I don’t incorporate more in my ensembles are statement pieces, particularly jewelry. I tend to go for the gold hoop look for earrings, and I very rarely wear necklaces. Likely because of my weird childhood habit, perhaps?



Clearly I love hoops.

Anyway, my new fashion project, in my constant effort to creatively step out of my comfort zone when it comes to my personal style, is to try statement necklaces. I choose necklaces because of not usually wearing them. Being married to Pinterest, as I am, I saw some great ideas on how to effectively be a statement-er without looking like I’m ready for my close-up, Mr. DeMille. A few photos are shown below. Before you peruse, however, did you know there are there rules to wearing statement necklaces? (Pretend you didn’t. Pretend it’s a teachable moment. Please and thank you):

1. If you’re wearing a necklace, the earring action should be very subtle, like posts, or no earrings at all. Again, you avoid the sad, aging actress from a cheesy B movie when you don’t pile all the statements together.
2. Big busted ladies should wear shorter necklaces, so that the pieces aren’t laying directly on the bust like you’re wet nursing the jewelry. Think about it.
3. The outfit itself should be simple, classy, simple. The pop is all the necklace, baby.
4. Necklaces can be placed on a hanger to keep them from tangling.
(Rules were paraphrased from here.)

So I’ll post photos of my statement project here and there. Looking forward to it!

What my husband, Pinterest, showed me: