Dale hasn't been around to see how styles have changed. Plaids and stripes, and plaids and plaids "work" now although they didn't work in the '70s. But, I still find myself judging pattern combinations by her standards. On my way home today from an autumn fair, I saw a combination that Dale most certainly wouldn't have approved of. At first it made me shudder just a little. I walked behind the guy for about five minutes and realized the combination had started to grow on me — "like mold," I could hear Dale saying — so I slowed down and let the moment pass. It was less a moment of inspiration and more a moment of nausea. Nope, you still won't catch me wearing a combination like that. But, I hope it makes him happy.
|MAYBE THE TWO FRIENDS SHOULD HAVE COORDINATED THEIR OUTFITS.|
When I was 22 (and knew what I was doing), I bought a patchwork shirt at Saks. While writing this, I remembered a photo of me in that shirt. I had a good friend who was Italian and owned a marble exporting company based in Carrara, Italy, where I worked here and there (barely) as a way to pass the time. No pay, but a very nice life. The marble was quarried in the mountains above the Italian Riviera where Michelangelo got his marble. That summer (of the patchwork shirt), my friend and I went up to the quarries one day. I watched as she selected where she wanted them to cut. Sorry you can't see the shirt clearly. Apparently my friend's assistant didn't think my shirt was all that important.
|SUMMER OF '76.|
THE SAME PATCHWORK PLAID SHIRT, I'M SURE, THAT MICHELANGELO WORE.