So…..I wore an outfit last week…..
Welp, let me back up a little. I purchased a turban a while back. It was a red one and I loved it. Had no idea how I would rock it, though I had been seeing ladies randomly through them on. When I purchased it, I was thinking more on the line of a fortune teller’ish outfit, pairing it with jeans, clogs, and a wide sleeved kimono. But that didn’t happen. What happened was me doing my food shopping knowing I had a date with hubby later on that night. While gathering eggs, veggies, and pop tarts, I thought, hmmm, I’m gonna wear my turban tonight. I also thought, hmmm, I do not feel like dealing with my closet today. It had become a little disheveled over the last week and in need of a tidy. And I was running behind on my errands which meant I needed to hurry up, get home, and get ready.
So I’m home, showered, sitting in my undies looking at my prized red turban. Then I thought about that bright orange kind of too big shift dress I got from old navy sitting in my return to the store basket I have. So I ran upstairs to my closet, picked up the dress, and looked around my closet to see what I had to pull it all together. And there it was, hanging way in the back on my upper rack a pretty-to-me ugly’ish shirt with tiny flowers all over it. I grabbed a vintage looking bag and sandals to match and an outfit was born.
A face beat and brush of the hair later I stood in the mirror looking back at a circa 1950’s southern woman on her way to the big city by bus for the first time. A 1940’s woman going on an arranged date. A 1930’s woman on her way to the speakeasy in the woods to get her groove on. A bad impression of Florida Evans going out with James. Whatever I was or could of been, I was stepping out dressed to the nine’s….I thought.
Now….the thing is, some people close to me wished to the Gawwwwds this outfit never saw the light of day. I posted a headshot pic on instagram and facebook and my girlfriends had a fit (behind my back). That wasn’t nothing compared to when I finally posted a pic of my whole look. I now know one of my best friends fell out on the floor—had to be revived! Told me over drinks yesterday that I should never leave my husband cuz’ if he took me out with that outfit on, and held my hand walking down the street, that he truly loved me. “That Is A Good Man!”, She shouted as my other girlfriends laughed as the pic of me on her cell was passed around. They didn’t get to me though. I liked my outfit (at the time) —Kanye shrug.
About my husband…Maybe I should consider him and my bi-polar fashion sense more when we go out. Although sometimes, eccentric, outrageous, and just straight up….nevermind, he has never batted an eye until I came in the bedroom announcing I was ready with that turban on. I don’t’ know if it was the turban, the mix of colors, or both, but he did kind of fell back and placed his hand on his heart like Fred Sanford did when he thought he was going to join Elizabeth. When I asked him what was the problem, the menacing way that can be, he simply shook his head wide eyed and said, “nothing baby. I just never seen you wear that kinda thing on your head before.” Then he took my hand, kissed my cheek, and said “lets go.” My girlfriend was right about one thing. He IS a Keeper!
xoxo—The Madam X