Fashionable?

Everyone knows I'm concerned with being fashionable. What, you say? that's not true? Since I don't lie, it must be pure, unadulterated SARCASM. Sometimes it is just plain fun. Don't be offended, just move along if you don't like it. If you're wondering where this is going, just keep reading. I am too, but I do have an idea here as I type. I contemplated making a Facebook post this morning asking my friends if I wear a blouse that belonged to my mother many years ago, if that counts as "vintage" and if that somehow makes me hip or trendy (as every so many years it become popular to recycle styles, items, or eras). Of course I don't really care at all, but i've seen people discussing "vintage" again recently as a way to save money, reconnect with bygone times, and so on. Today, for me, it just seemed like the colors worked and because it was Mom's it helps me feel like she's right here with me instead of 45 or 50 miles away.

In my sense of "style" the factors are always comfort, ease of care, durability, and cost/value (and of course, "what's clean?"). If I were wealthy and living in another era, I'd so be a Chanel or Armani "classic" look. Since i live here and now and don't budget for much beyond rent, utilities, and student loans, I still kind of sport the clearance rack/bag sale look. Do you know what? there's no shame in that; Mom taught me how to work that decades ago; I'm just plain too lazy to make sure my socks match my pants every day...when you walk a couple miles or more, you wear sports socks darn it. Pack the matching ones for work if it's essential. Where I work, it's not. The boss wears stretchy pants to work.