What to wear?

I'm so tired of winter.  I'm so tired of the way I have to dress in winter.  I look matronly and well upholstered in my winter clothes.  I was going to use the words "winter finery" but that's just a straight up lie.  This is the time of year when I customarily dye my hair an outrageous colour, but I've heard that I'm too old for that now.  What am I going to do?

I bought a really cool pair of tuxedo pants.  They are slightly cropped, or at least that's what I'm telling myself, as I am somewhat tall.  Anyway tonight I'm going out to a semi-hip kind of place and this is what I am wearing:  Tuxedo pants tucked into boots that should be over the knee but are just at my knee.  Did I mention that I'm somewhat tall?  On top I'm wearing a mostly white tee shirt with some kind of anti aids logo on it.  I am anti aids after all.  And then over the shirt I've got a black jacket.  But in order to go out into the world I have to throw my grey overcoat on, it's not fair.  I hate that coat!  It was sort of expensive and it's got a designer name, but it makes me look like an old person.  What am I going to do?

Now don't get me wrong, I realize that I am not in my 20s or even my 30s, but do I have to dress like somebody's mom?  Right now I am on the very brink, the ultimate precipace if you will, of being one of those crazy women who dress like maniacs.  I'm on the fence really, it could go either way.  I might end up dressing like a total freak or else I'll just give up completely.  What am I going to do?

Stay tuned for the decision!

The orange people are taking over

The orange people are everywhere.  I admit that I do buy minutes at a tanning salon and do occassionally partake in a few minutes of tanning.  I mostly do it because it helps my skin from getting itchy during a freezing cold, Canadian winter, but a little colour on my skin is a welcome benefit.  But I am not orange nor do I ever want to be orange.  Some of the girls (yes, girls) who work at the tanning salon I go to are the colour of gingerbread it's terrifying.  They appear to be in their mid to late 20s but they're probably 18.

Rethinking scarves, not really.

I wear scarves, I have to I live on the frozen tundra of northern Canada.  But every time I wind one around my neck my thoughts go to the tragic tale of Isadora Duncan.  She was a dancer in the olden days, which back then probably meant she was pretty out there.  Anyway in the 20s , while in France, Isadora Duncan put on a scarf.  A handpainted scarf which she had received as a gift from somebody who was proabably a lover of hers, at the very least he was an admirer.  Apparently she was known for wearing scarves all the time.  An affectation?  Perhaps, but I'm sure she thought nothing of it that morning.
She also probably thought nothing of it when she jauntily jumped into her friends vehicle for a ride.  It must have been very glamourous and chic.  Not everybody had a car back then.  But Isadora could never have imagined what happened next.  Somehow her long, extravagent scarf blew out behind her and got wound around the wheels of the vehicle.  She was thrown from the car and either died from the impact of being hurled onto the road or was strangled.  Pretty horrible, eh?

So when you don your scarf, whether it be for style or warmth, remember Isadora and her untimely end.