And the woman stands for glamour. And living it up. Because to her, they are one and the same.
There is not an event on this earth that does not warrant some sort of uber rich appearance, in her eyes, and it's already rubbing off on me at chapter three. I'm even half looking forward to my husband deploying to Dubai just so he can buy me an authentic Indian caftan to wear glamourously around the house. Only joking a little bit, here.
Style: A to Zoe is a great read, filled with inspirational quotes, especially if you've ever talked yourself out of wearing an amazing outfit because the situation or destination didn't necessarily demand you dress up.
If you show up looking a bit more glam than the rest, what's the worst case scenario? You look the best in the room?
I know that it has happened to me. I'll never forget a cookout I attended with my husband. It was one of the first get togethers we went to, as a part of his new work crew, and I took a lot of time choosing the perfect outfit (as I'm known to do). I settled on a casual ensemble of shorts, tank top, flowy vest, and wedge sandals. Nothing over the top, but definitely put together. I was meeting new people and wasn't keen on presenting myself as a slob.
When we arrived, it became incredibly apparent, incredibly quickly, that I was the only one who had put any thought into my attire. Think women in sweats and their hubby's old ratty tees. It might not have been that sloppy, time has a way of exaggerating the truth, but there was definitely no flash or pizazz or effort. The key word there, is effort. Nadda. I'm not one to judge (okay, I do a little bit but I don't think less of a person for wearing crap so much as I assume a person just does not know what a beautiful outfit can do for them...and it makes me want to help. I'm so generous like that.), but clearly they were one to judge. I was accosted by female eyes sizing me up and mentally spitting me out.
Do you know barely a word was spoken to me by any of the six or seven females that were there?
I spent the entire afternoon wishing that I hadn't worn heels or that I'd chosen a less interesting necklace...wishing that I hadn't inadvertently set myself apart from the crowd so drastically...but how could I have known? And looking back on it now, I'm glad that I dressed up and presented myself as exactly who I was. The truth is, I could have shown up in yoga pants but I no more would have felt true to myself as I would have fit into their crowd anyways.
Honestly, I love when I meet up with friends and they tell me that they were going to just wear sweats or leggings, but reassessed their outfit because they were going to see me and they knew I'd be dolled up. It's happened more than once, and I take it as a compliment. It makes me proud to know that when people think of me, they think of style. They perceive me as put together. They feel as though I set the bar for dress. It's not that they are intimated by it, and it doesn't mean that I think I'm better (or that they think I'm better), they just recognize it as "my thing". It's an area that I excel in.
On the other end of the spectrum, I just recently had a "friend" tell me (maybe not in so many words...but, yea...kind of in so many words) that it was hard to be my friend because I was pretty and in shape and put together, able to "do it all", and she wasn't feeling so good about herself lately. And just like that, she dumped me for being, at least style wise, successful. I'm sure there's more to it, there is always more to it, but this was a reason listed. A year ago I may have apologized, I may have wanted to tone it down when I was around her, just to appease her and make her feel more comfortable...but what would that accomplish? I wouldn't be being me. And I wouldn't be happy being less than my best dressed. It's my one and only life to live, and I want to live it up. I will never, and especially now, apologize for wanting to infuse an element of glamour into my every day life.
I never understood how some people could not care less about whether things are beautiful or not. Even less, those who tell others to stop dreaming...