Pink and Green*
March 27, 2008 | Filed under: The object of my obsession, Whoopdie Doo
“The J.Crew catalog is aspirational- that’s why. It’s like maybe, just maybe, if I buy the Jackie twinset and the Susan pants with the Bohemian print peep toe heels, I live in the whatever house that is on the cover of the latest one, and my yuppie kids and husband and I will travel to Maine in our vintage Mercedes and eat lobster, while our son Rowan runs around in his lobster critter Crew Cuts chinos.” – Slynnro
Once upon a time a very cute boy told me that I looked ‘amazing’ in pink and so I spent the better part of four years looking as if I took a nosedive into a bottle of pepto bismol. Is it in poor taste to say that well, damn, I do look great in pink? Because I do. I love it in all of its various hues my favorite being a bright pink cashmere sweater dress procured from JCrew. Recently I was digging around through a bowl of jelly bellies and remarked that the pink jelly bean tastes just as one would expect pink to taste like: light and sweet and the ability to cause even the world’s oldest living curmudgeon frown to turn upside down. I find it impossible not to smile when I see the slightest hint of pink.
I’m caught up in the bright for as we speak I am covered in gray. A light gray wrap sweater and a darker gray skirt with pockets and tights (again from Paris) with a black and gray pattern. The outfit looks lovely but I still feel drab as I have spent my entire weekend running from Banana Republic to JCrew and back again looking for items to spruce up my spring wardrobe. To add to my long, long list of flaws, I am a shopper and have continuously found myself in the precarious position of having too much clothing but nothing to wear. Hence the reason for why I gave up that habit for 60 days and didn’t touch the stuff. It’s time to throw a little color into the wardrobe and lately green has been ‘speaking to me’. For the record, the other week Purdue was ‘speaking to me’ and it turns out that it was saying “We’re going to suck your soul and your money” but I digress.
I willingly let JCrew take my money because they are so kind about it. They also have provided me with preppy bright chinos and ruffle tops that are excellent cleavage boosters. When your ass to waist to shoulder width ratio is all kinds of awesomely fucked up, then you are forced to focus on one part of your body that you really, really love. For me it’s my cleavage hence the constant obsessing. In the end though it’s all about the dresses. The perfect dresses that amplify the top half and minimize the bottom half with the perfect amount of frill and flow. Anything with pockets causes me to rub my face up against it because I adore pockets. I need a girly dress with ‘manly’ pockets with which to place my ‘manly’ hands. Men don’t understand this obsession with pockets or the need to convulse and flail about excitedly because OMFG POCKETS! I tried to explain this to Brian when telling him about my favorite skirt. He looked at me as if I had just announced my discovery of the Internet because really? More excitement over pockets than vodka? What can I say? They’re a rare but hot commodity. But my God, Give me a dress with pockets and a hood and I’ll give you my first born and other sundry collateral.
Anyway that’s where things are right now, greens and pockets and a ‘puke if you dare!’ sunny dispostion. I just have this good feeling about Spring.
*I know, I am reposting this for various reasons like it was magically lost and that is how strong my love is for pink and green and spring and JCrew: I must tell you about it again.
slynnro says:
The post is still awesome. As is my quote.
ME ME ME!
Dagny says:
Yesterday I wore pink. I have quite a bit of pink these days. My mother is excited because I now wear colors. This is a fairly recent thing. For many years it was all about grey, navy, brown and black.
And when you find that dress with pockets and a hood, let me know. I think I would kill for that dress.
I was about laugh and then realized that I might end up spending several days in the Bay Area hiding from you. So now I’m a little scared…
Momo Fali says:
“Anyway that’s where things are right now, greens and pockets and a ‘puke if you dare!’ sunny dispostion.”
And again, I give you one week.
alison says:
delurking to say i’m totally hearing you on the pockets thing - men could never understand that one.
love your blog!