Changing Fashions

The Contessa calls upstairs to tell me that the Vice-Boss is in her office right now and You will never guess what she is wearing. Try to guess: Uggs? Hair extensions? No. She is wearing the newly fashionable skinny jeans. Ask in horror, How does she look? The Contessa says, Since she's so skinny now from her gym addiction and the no drinking and probably uses the old finger now and then after lunch, she's looking skeletal, so if you can't see her face she at least fits into the jeans and really from the back doesn't look as horrible as she could. The Contessa sucks in her breath and then apologizes for nastiness. Absolve her. We move away from specific example of Vice-Boss and talk about the general alarming popularity of skinny jeans. Many of the very young children around school wear the skinny pants, with either Converse high tops or slip on Vans and do not think that it is at all attractive. On the other hand, when wearing own jeans which have slight flare at bottom (believe proper term is boot cut) feel that have stepped right out of time machine from the 70s. Admit to the Contessa that even though skinny jeans definately ill advised, am afraid that am bound to get some, and soon. Am also sorry to admit that even though have sworn to self otherwise in years past would not even discount possibility of ending up with black version of skinny jeans. Me too! says the Contessa. We discuss advisability of doing so. Several important questions raised: would we look like we were Trying too Hard? (likely) Would we look Fat? (We wouldn't be fat, the Contessa clarifies, it is just that to wear thinkgs like that you have to be in the brief window in your early twenties when the baby fat has melted off and before the adult fat has started to settle in.) Would it Look like We were Trying to be Young? This last question defeats us. Get off phone feeling slightly depressed. Would like to think that interest in the current fashion and willingness to go along with same indicates a an admirable flexebility. Like a reed bending in the wind. Conscience nips this train of thought and am forced to face facts. Am more sheep than reed. Do, (rallying) remember, however, that draw firm line at new fad of suit vests worn without jackets.