When I posted the caftan from Tuesday’s blog on Facebook and Instagram, a few people commented that the shape wasn’t “flattering” and “didn’t show off” my figure. I was raised to believe that the most important thing about any piece of clothing was that it was “slimming,” so this was a familiar refrain.
As someone who has worked hard to move beyond this notion, I’m going to ask, “why?” Why is it so important to look smaller (or at least not larger)? Why do we have to “show off” our figures (or conversely hide figure “flaws”)? And how are those priorities impacting our style?
Above, these linen lantern pants aren’t necessarily flattering in the usual “slimming” sense, but I love the shape and how they look (yes, even with the wrinkles). And during last week’s heat wave, they were so cool and comfortable! To balance the volume, I added this more fitted top in lightweight cotton gauze. Here’s one with a similar look that’s more budget-friendly.
Of course we want to look our best, and look like our most authentic, vibrant selves. Proportion, balance, personality, and yes, color all play into this. Which means that one style, one set of style priorities, does not fit all. I’ve come to that point where wearing what brings me joy is more important than “looking slim.”
And of course it’s fine if you prefer more fitted or tailored styles. I guess all I’m suggesting is don’t let fear of looking “bigger” make you afraid of wearing something you otherwise love. Don’t miss out on the joy.
This photo was taken a few days ago. By last Sunday, Pip (the rescued hummingbird chick) had begun perching on the side of his box and trying out his wings. Mama bird was still around and feeding him, so I decided to hang back and let nature take over.
His first couple attempts at flight didn’t get him far. I found him on the ground a couple of times and put him back on his perch. (The second time it was Mama swooping down toward where he had landed on the grass that helped us locate him.)
I’d developed the habit of checking on him first thing every morning when I woke up. Tuesday morning he was still perched. An hour later he was gone and I didn’t find him on the ground anywhere. I haven’t seen him or Mama bird since. I’m holding a good thought that he finally had enough strength to fly off with her. 🤞
In other good news…
We get to see Jeune Homme today for the first time since March! 🎉 The group home where he lives has approved day visits, so le Monsieur will be picking him up this morning and we’ll have him here at home for a few hours. Fingers crossed all goes smoothly.
And, another Eileen Fisher sale alert! This time many of the “System” pieces are marked down.
How’s your week going?