My husband and I went to the symphony last night for our anniversary. We were drinking our pre-symphony champagne in the lobby and commenting on how people were dressed when I remembered a woman who used to attend every opening night of every Opera Colorado performance in the 80s with her husband. We called her the princess because her outfits were always way over the top and she always wore a tiara. I found out years later that she made every single one of those outfits and planned them all year in anticipation of opening night.
We made fun of her back then but I think we were wrong. Good for her for putting that much care and work into what she wore! We could all do with a little bit of the princess in us. When you see people wearing ditch digging clothes to hear Beethoven, there's just something wrong. Great beauty should be respected with more beauty. Comfort is simply not as important as beauty. Clearly.
I met the princess at the opening of one of the Central City operas. She was, well, not very bright. She seemed almost simple minded. But she was sweet and she loved her clothes and she loved to dress up when she had the chance. I think we could all learn something from that simple, gaudy woman: it doesn't take brains or common sense to know that putting care into your clothes is a good thing.
There's nothing wrong with slapping a tiara on your head and calling yourself fabulous.
Today's favorite shoe:
Friday, November 30, 2007