Or is it the other way around? LIFE IMITATES ART?
After a quick trip to Whole Paycheck this afternoon, I thought I’d pop by J Crew in Los Gatos because Ashley said they had “better stuff than the one at Valley Fair.” She also said they had a bigger selection of larger sizes, because, let’s face it, Crew styles are made for skinny little women. I haven’t been a skinny little woman for 40 years, now. But I have a genetic predisposition for fashion. I get it from my maternal grandmother, I can’t help it. Really. I mean it. So…..I had seen this blouse in the catalogue and just thought it was the cutest thing and I thought maybe they would have it at the store. Clearly. were I to wear this confection, it would need a cardigan sweater………
I rushed to the dressing room holding the only double-digit size on the rack (10) and put it on. It fit! It buttoned all the way down – OK, the bottom is A line cut – but it did button! Then, art imitated life: the ruffles of the blouse were almost exactly replicated in the crepe paper folds of my neck! All I needed for an exact duplicate were some assorted age spots to stand in for the pattern in the fabric. I pulled at either side of my jaws to smooth out the skin. Yes, that looked much better. Could I navigate the world looking serenely up at the sky, this would work. I can’t. I didn’t buy it. Phooey.
