Women often stand in front of their closets and state they have nothing to wear. But the worst mistakes they can make are the following five fashion faux pas. The first one is so common and really so uncalled for that I wonder why it still happens. Visible Panty Lines, or VPL, yes the old “look everyone I have on panties.” Why women feel this is necessary to share with the rest of the world I don’t know. This can easily be fixed. Fashion experts feel that thongs are the answer to this but for those of us who feel uncomfortable with a string in places we would rather not think of, there are now full panties that do not show a line. Go one step further and remember that to wear white pants with anything else but flesh colored undies, the effect of thongs or no pantyline panties is lost.
I personally don’t think that everything the experts say is gospel so this is one I have mixed feelings about. When I was growing up no well groomed lady would leave her house for special occasions without hose. Now going bare leged is in vogue especially with peep toe shoes. I thought hose with no seam line on the toes or heels was invented for this. Ladies go with the crowd or be thought behind the times. But let me say I have seen toes that even when they had a pedicure were better covered.
Ill fitting clothes have no place in any woman’s closet. But most of us have tried to get a few more wearings out of that favorite outfit that just doesn’t fit anymore. Well, either give it away or skip some meals until it fits again. Large women try to hide in too much fabric. No, this does not work! It just draws attention to what you are trying to hide
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Growing up in the south, there were rules and traditions that governed our lives. They gave structure and a feeling of safety and warmth. Easter was and still is the announcement of the coming of spring. Even as a child in the South, we knew that Easter was more than chocolate bunnies and new outfits.
Churches and Sunday schools taught about the real meaning of Easter. It’s about the death of Christ for the salvation of us all. I can remember Palm Sunday and getting the cross made of vegetation that we wore. I am not sure the children of today know what that means.
We also had the tradition of a big family dinner. Baked ham with the skin scored into blocks. Aromatic sticks of clove stuck into each area. Then the whole thing covered in brown sugar and mustard, cooked to a golden brown. Next there were the green beans cooked with bacon. Yes, by today’s standards they were cooked too long and too high in cholesterol. But these greasy boys were so good. Kids did not object to veggies then. Next was the great big bowl of potato salad. Boiled potatoes, boiled eggs, sweet pickles, mayo (not salad dressing), mustard, and celery mixed and seasoned oh so well that just a taste would make you shiver. Food in the south is love and any chance to show love and receive it tightens the family bond. Last was the dessert. My mom slaved over the stove and made one of my favorites. Coconut cake with seven minute white frosting. My taste buds went into overtime with every bite. A visit from or to friends finished off the day.
Another tradition was the after Easter sales. Off I would go with my mom to see what things we could get at half price.
I remember one Monday I got all dressed up in my Easter finery. A frilly pastel dress, shinny black patent leather shoes, and oh yes there was my brand new straw Easter bonnet. It was bedecked with flowers and bows. While getting off the bus I felt a great big breeze. Off went my new hat. As I turn to run after it my heart sank. My beautiful hat was crushed under the wheels of the bus.
Were there other great Easter memories? Yes, I am sure there are. But even now being the Diva of Fashion that I am, my heart still sinks at the thought of my beautiful Easter hat.
By now you should know that I love color and prints be they animal or abstract. With this being said, I would like to add that I love Whoopi Goldberg! I think she is articulate and is a breath of fresh air on The View where uber conservatism runs wild. Now here is where we are miles apart, as if she cares. But I have to comment on her mode of dressing.
I know she is not a girly girl and is more a sport conservative dresser, but whoever picks her clothes should be taken out back and thrashed. If she does the choosing, she needs help badly! Whoopi will never be Halle Berry, but with her charm and smile, she need not look like she closed her eyes and took her wardrobe from the Goodwill bag on a bad day!
Her choice on Oscar night was the worse of the worse! No one over the size “0″ should put on that much animal print. It’s a wonder some big game hunter didn’t take a shot at her!
Whoopi, it’s ok to have your own style, but try for something that enhances your spirit and great smile. As your talent speaks for itself!
This high fashion week show, by invitation only, brought out the hippest designers and is the predictor of what we should be wearing for spring.
After looking at two hours of the new items, I came to one conclusion. If you are not slim or at least fit, these fashions will be hard to wear. There are a lot of short jackets that reach only to the waist and skinny pants are still in. Those of us with a lot of junk in the trunk might find these hard to wear.
One of the new designers was uber conservative Elizabeth Hasslebeck of the View. Not one of my favorite people to be sure. She brought fabrics and styles that looked, at least to me, that would look better on those who go by the rule you are never too thin. I did like the look of one of her blouses. It was a one shoulder number. But I was wondering how a real woman who needed a bra could wear it. I must not have gotten the memo because they do have bras to wear with this style.
Hasselback, as well of the other designers, are taking jackets in a new direction. They are softer, but constructed with seaming that gives them a great fit. Her fashion had great color and high style but I don’t see how they will translate to the average woman who wears a 16 or larger.
I think if you observe children you just might get a glance of their future. I am sure my first grade teacher, Cassie Evans, is looking down smiling because she had planted the seed for my love of color. The first paying job I had was at eight or nine, coloring pictures from coloring book so she could make posters for her class. Often she would tell me how she wanted things to be colored but most of the time I had free reign. I am sure I was one of the few eight year olds with an eye and understanding for the different hues in color.
Today I love color and wonder if women pick up the subtle differences a color can make in your wardrobe. Buying clothes should not be helter skelter. Thought should be placed on: Is this the best color for my complexion? Will this fit in with what I already have? No longer if you are a woman of color or large size should you refrain from wearing some of the brighter colors.
Gone are the days when you dared not mix one of my favorite combinations blue and green. Heaven forbid if you had put pink, orange, and yellow near each other. Explore with color! Rejoice in being a woman! Go through this world not with rose colored glasses, but adorned in hues that brighten the body as well as the spirit.