Did you watch the Olympics closing ceremony last Sunday? Despite the awesomeness that was the Spice Girls reunion, I’ve had a different tune from the fashion- and music-themed event stuck in my head ever since.
“Always look on the bright side of life,” sung gamely by Eric Idle – surprisingly spry, and sporting tights to boot! The song, from Monty Python’s Life of Brian and performed in a cheeky crucifixion scene (if that’s possible) may be a joke, but I think it’s nevertheless a good reminder to consider the silver lining in less-than-ideal situations.
My ability to fit into children’s sized clothing, for example, falls under this silver lining. Yesterday, I wore a dress snapped up on a whim after being forced inside to avoid an “umbrella-less in a thunder storm” situation that was transpiring last week. Where’d I get it? The kids’ section at Zara. Fourteen dollars on clearance and fielded compliments on it all day.
And that’s not the first time I’ve been able to hop from the women’s to kids’ section. Shopping for white jeans at a J.Crew outlet recently with my mother earlier this summer, I tried on a pair -purportedly in my size, but the fit was way off – baggy in the thighs and too tight in the waist.
“Jeans never fit me,” I
complained whined, vacillating between frustration and tears (emotions not uncommon to jeans shopping).
“Excuse me,” a sales girl interrupted my tirade. “This might sound crazy,” go on, “but you would probably fit into these…they’re a 14 in kids.” She held out a pair of Crewcuts jeans in the straight leg style I wanted. I looked at the price tag. A third of the price of the ill-fitting jeans I had on.
For me, buying kids’ clothes is my style silver lining. I may be carded til I’m 40, but if I can every once in awhile buy clothes at my favorite stores for a fraction of the regular price, I’m good. You’ve just got to take the accept the less-than-great with the pretty-freakin’-awesome. You’ve got to look on the bright side of life.
Small feet…but can always find your size during a sale?
A head of hair that’s graying early…but thick as thieves and does whatever you want without a drop of product?
Inheriting your dad’s stocky build…and his extensive wardrobe of custom-made suits?
Or maybe you still live at home…but your mom does all your laundry? Tell me about it in the comments!