I remember having those conversations about never understanding why older women chose to wear the things they do. And of course, right after would be the silent vow of never wearing tapered pants, holiday-themes sweaters, or anything floral-patterned no matter how old we got. I remember wondering how it got to that point. Was it an extension of the style in their younger days just carried it through? or was it something they grew into...that came along with a taste for wine and an obsession over gas prices that we would all inevitably follow?
The other day I was walking behind a girl, wearing one of those to-the-knee parkas with the fur-trimmed hood from aritzia with her jeans tucked into midcalf boots. It was nothing out of the ordinary and I was thinking for a second how a hood would be great for the blowing snow we always seem to get here. And then it hit me. Mrs. Hawthorn; my second grade teacher...the one with the knee-length winter coat. It was purple, had a fur-trimmed hood and she always dutifully tucked her pants into her mid-calf leather boots. And at that point I realized how similar our styles had become. that maybe we are all turning into 'those women'. That maybe I should stop making fun of my mom cause one day I'll be borrowing her clothes. haha that's a scary thought.
A grad school geek finding life in the city.
