I’m back to trend-spotting which means I picked up a fashion magazine for the first time in 20 years. I was boycotting all apparel publications because a) fashion magazines make me feel fat and b) I ousted myself from the industry eons ago. That’s why I’m living in a hippie town, selling spices and learning how to grow my own vegetables. But being in the mountains of nowhere doesn’t mean for a minute that I will not continue to dress on the up and up – even if that up has to bought online.
For this particular $2.00 purchase – I didn’t have to go online – just to my local thrift store where, once again, I was graced by the goddess of good taste. Since black and white animal prints with piping stripes seem to be hippity-hip this fall, I am satisfied with myself for still possessing a semblance of good-forecasting skills. It seems you can take the lady out of the dressing room but you can not take the dressing room out of the lady.