The New York Fall 2013 Fashion Week has ended and the critics are buzzing about the styles of the upcoming season.
Good news! My “as is” wardrobe? A perfect fit with the hottest trends.
My cocktail dresses? My client attire? My casual apparel? My workout wear? My socks and bras? En vogue!
Since witnessing fashion’s demands back in college, my mode has always been to stick with an easy and relaxing feel.
See, one morning, my roommates are all getting ready for the day. Suddenly, there are loud sounds of thrashing and agony. Danielle screams, “Pam, get the fork!”
Was Danielle having some kind of epileptic fit? Did she need Pam to suppress her tongue?
I rush in to find Pam straddling Danielle who is lying face up on the bed. Pam appears to be doing some kind of procedure on Danielle’s midsection.
Pam calls out to me, “Thank G-d you’re here. We need help.” I move closer, frantically praying that no blood has been spilled.
The unfolding drama amazes me. The two girls are desperately pulling at Danielle’s skinny jeans.
Danielle is holding her breath and tugging at the right and left halves of the waist, struggling to clench them together. Pam is securing Danielle’s body with her own weight, wrestling with the zipper using a fork tine inserted into the pull tab. But it just won’t budge. They need me to take charge of the waist. This will free Danielle’s hands so she can raise her arms over her head to achieve the maximum stomach flatness.
So we do it. We work together to get Danielle’s skinny jeans zipped and buttoned and we help her to her feet. She will be standing all the livelong day. She will be walking in slow motion. She will be very late to all of her classes.
And me, I had seen what it takes and knew I would never become a slave to fashion. I would always buy only comfortable clothing. And I would always buy only clothing that I could put on and take off by myself, without assistance from a personal dresser or use of the kitchen cutlery.
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