December 15, 2011 § Leave a comment
I have always admired the work of Oscar de la Renta. Grown-up, timeless, beautifully made clothes — for Women Who Were Not Me. I had never ventured into the store on Madison. I was not an Oscar Lady. Oscar Ladies picked at their food, went to Charity Things and never brushed their dog’s teeth. I am pretty much the opposite. Case closed.
Then something happened: I had to go to a very proper luncheon and a very proper dress by an American designer was needed. So I surveyed my American options…
Narcisco: too sexy
Rodarte: too outlandish
Proenza: Not that season.
Michael Kors: I am just not tall enough. (Good luck to him with going public today, though!)
A pretty major Panic set in which led me straight to Oscar’s door. And much to my surprise, I found the Perfect Dress, which they tailored to my imperfect body and I was done. All within an hour. Whew!
A mere 110 weeks later, I was invited to the same luncheon. This time I did not hesitate to make an appointment with Christine, the store manager who helped me during The Panic. My first pick was the winner for the event, but I could not help but notice other things on offer that I could imagine myself wearing quite often. And Things Happened.
I still was eating food and brushing dog teeth, so I chalked it all up to a freaky good run. Until the Pre-Fall collection came in, and I found myself standing before Christine and Graziella (it is a good idea to become friendly with the magician who wields the pins) while she nipped in and let out as necessary. The belted camel dress with a petal collar and I have been having a great time together since the temperature dropped. And I know we will be doing so for many years to come.
While in the store that morning in August, I decided that I could quit Oscar at any time. Right then and there, in fact. Even if there was this really beautiful embroidered floral number that left me drooling. This was it. I was not an Oscar Lady.
Except it wasn’t it. The sale season began and my Embroidered Lovely was available in my size for half the price. The Cosmos was clearly telling me something…maybe that I was an Oscar Lady. And when I slipped the dress on and it fit perfectly, I knew that I was. Just not the usual kind.
This brings me to the Point of the Post, which is that trying something new — anything new, certainly a dress can’t be all that life-altering — isn’t necessarily an attempt to be someone else. It is simply an opportunity to find out things about yourself that you may not have known.
(Close up photo of the Embroidered Lovely: Some Cozy Night.)