I read Libby Callaway's column, The Style Arbiter, in the City Paper every Wednesday. Last week, I emailed her in regards to her column about dressing your age. Part of my email made it into her column this week. I'm famous!
http://www.nashvillecitypaper.com/news.php?viewStory=58540
In case you can't figure it out, here's the part that's from my email:
A woman a decade her junior — a 31-year-old who works in the state Legislature — weighed in thusly: “I tend to stand out in a sea of pant suits. I often wonder, especially during session, if it’s bad that I look more like the interns rather than the staff. I own my fair share of suits and I certainly wear them, but come Friday, I’m in my skinny jeans with my black boots pulled up over them.
“It’s not that I’m trying to look 22, I just enjoy getting dressed every morning and putting different things together. But I do wonder if at some point I’m going to have to give it up and start ‘dressing my age.’”
God bless you, Libby Callaway. God bless you....
http://www.nashvillecitypaper.com/news.php?viewStory=58540
In case you can't figure it out, here's the part that's from my email:
A woman a decade her junior — a 31-year-old who works in the state Legislature — weighed in thusly: “I tend to stand out in a sea of pant suits. I often wonder, especially during session, if it’s bad that I look more like the interns rather than the staff. I own my fair share of suits and I certainly wear them, but come Friday, I’m in my skinny jeans with my black boots pulled up over them.
“It’s not that I’m trying to look 22, I just enjoy getting dressed every morning and putting different things together. But I do wonder if at some point I’m going to have to give it up and start ‘dressing my age.’”
God bless you, Libby Callaway. God bless you....