Wardrobe Diaries: Style Swap
Photo Credit: Perry Hagopian
Michelle, Day 3
I run a few errands, but am claustrophobic in the wretched denim pencil skirt and tight black T-shirt. I am forced to retreat to my couch — the only place I am allowed to wear my own clothes. This evening I get dressed for the ballet. Is there no respite from sensible black — even on weekends? The on-the-town look Julia offers is a black strapless dress, black cardigan, and pink pearls (vomit!). Maybe this is a perfectly appropriate outfit for the occasion. However, I am not a fan of blending in with the crowd. At least at the ballet, I'll ID with the dancers — yes, ballet flats again. "An aberration" is how an elderly friend sweetly summarizes my getup. Meanwhile, she's resplendent in her signature Chanel vintage costume jewelry. I feel like I'm about to go insane.
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