You Better Work It Girl-Fashion Week

Here is a fun fact about me: I love fashion. I have watched Project Runway from jump street. I love the celebrity rags for the clothes, rarely the stories. I have watched endless red carpets and awards shows, again, because I love the fits, jewelry, and hair choices. I live stream the entrances for the Met Gala. I creep on Instagram feeds during Fashion Week. I think Zendaya's style should be studied and revered.

Fashion is art, and I love art, so it makes sense. Right?!

I could go on...

Why couldn't pigeon toed gals be considered high fashion during my childhood and teen years!?

But I won't. Because the flip side of this coin is: You know me.

You know that I am the exact opposite of fashionable. And you know that I know.

I could share a thousand pictures of school days, they would all be a variation of this exact look.

I famously (infamously?) would set up a system at the beginning of each school year of my teaching career and figure out daily wear. Then I would wear the same thing...all year! I was ecstatic when my schoolhouse started offering embroidered shirts for sale. Monday pants, Tuesday pants, Wednesday pants, Thursday pants, Friday jeans...each laid out the night before and paired with a simple top or school shirt. Shoes looking like they served an orthopedic function. Hair in a pony tail, I would then jump into the laid out attire like Superman, grab my coffee, and be on my way. Glorious!

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The BBQ gun adds a touch of class. Big night out!

Going out on the town? For me, always some version of black pants or a skirt and a hopefully flattering top. Shoes are an issue; I am tall and pigeon-toed, therefore never required the skills necessary to walk in heels. During my very few attempts, I quite resemble a baby giraffe learning to walk. (Someone in Vegas actually said this to me. True story.) I am beyond thankful that boots are comfortable and fashionable. Catch me outside in summer in kicks, a baseball hat, and a t-shirt.

Definitely heading to dinner.

Yep.

My favorite hat. I will bet you have seen this in more than one photo.

Even when I got married (on the beach) I wore a little piece of jewelry that resembled the top of a shoe, when in fact it was not a shoe at all. Toes in the sand indeed!

Complete with sock line.

Still p-toed, but so very comfortable.

We travel so much that it is much easier to pack neutrals that can easily interchange. I own many, many black, gray, and white turtle/mock necks and all of the black pants in the land. If I feel like I need a pop of color, I usually have a fun scarf, purse, or jacket to round out a look.

It's a variation on a theme.

Exact same look under the coat.

Off to dinner we go.

Why am I sharing all of this nonsense?

Because I will be attending my very first fashion show event in New York City.

And not just any fashion show, but one featuring a meal by celebrity chef brothers (that is a whole separate post) and a runway by Christian Siriano.

Christian.

Siriano.

I am equal parts euphoric and terrified. He is my favorite designer!

WTF to wear!?

Maybe a fancy food mustache. I do this...a lot.

My sweet, patient husband has been consistently reminding me that I am not actually walking in the show.

If I can somehow have the night of my life whilst not standing out in either a good or bad way, success shall be thy name.

Meanwhile, I will be picking out something black and sashaying up and down my apartment hallway.

Stay tuned.