Oh, I hope my consignors don't read Mary Alice Powell's column today.
And then the worst: For Easter Sunday church, she decided to wear a suit she had stored in her attic. The suits were culled from the attic and are estimated to be at least 15 years old. (editorial note: !!!!!!!!) They were classics when new and I believe I will feel OK wearing them all these years later. I am glad that I saved them. (The word "classic" is almost a joke among us resalers. It's a word others use for "out of style, but I hope you don't notice.")
Those of you who know me well know that I'm a pack rat. Guess I feel if I throw anything away, I'll need it some day. And it just happened - last night while cleaning out a bookcase, I found a handful of magazines from 1997. Of course, I don't throw out magazines without going through them. I laughed at the styles. One picture in particular showed 7 or 8 women in suits - the sort of one piece dress/suit that was popular then. They were butt-ugly and shouted "I'm out of style!" And that was only 11 years ago. (And don't confuse 'vintage' with 'out of style.')
I threw the magazines out and of course, wanted to photograph them this morning to put in this post (by then, my neatnik husband had thrown them in with the nasty, smelly garbage).
It is true that in the fashion world, styles do come back. But as my friend and image consultant Louise Kahle knows(see her blog at take-the-time.blogspot.com) , when a style re-emerges, it's always a little different - different enough to be noticed and clearly differentiated from its predecessor.