Because of the crazy temps, I layered a lot. But this is what my bottom layer looked like (before fleece, jacket, scarf, gloves, and hat):
What up, Medusa-hair? What's not pictured in this picture: the layering tank I wore under the sweater and the knee-high socks under my boots/jeans. I'm not kidding about being a cold wuss, people.
Anyway, this is as basic as an outfit gets for me, back in my preferred colors. It's really not that exciting. However, I'm gonna let you in on a little secret: that black turtleneck sweater you see me wearing up there?
That's the first piece of black clothing I ever owned.
Let that sink in for a bit and then I'll explain.
Okay, so my mom bought me that sweater when I was in sixth grade, 11 years old (it was enormous and cowl-necked in those days and it also stretched a little with me), but under protest. We were going sweater shopping in Saks and for some reason I was really into cowl necks (early 90s, woo!). I already had picked out a beige number and then I saw a similar black one, and asked if I could try it on. My mother was unusually hesitant. It wasn't that she didn't like the sweater, not at all. It was that in her traditional Spanish/Argentine upbringing (my mother's quite older, too), black was not bought for young girls unless they were in mourning. And I, obviously, was not, but my mother just couldn't imagine buying a black garment for a girl my age ... just ... because. However, I did get to try it on and despite her misgivings, my mom did admit that the irony of the whole thing was that black looked really good against young skin. So it came home with us. But I always remember that story as being one of the few moments where I really got to bump into the otherness of my mother's background.
Of course, the funny thing of it all is that in high school, just a few years later, I was gently teased by some teachers and younger students for always wearing black (although it was far from the case). I guess my mom had to accept the fact that she had a native New Yorker daughter.
Well, fast forward, um, eighteen years from that long-ago shopping trip and I still have the sweater. I rarely wear it and have no idea what it was doing in my dresser, but I found it the other day and resolved to wear it soon. Today was the day.
But can you imagine? The first black piece of clothing I ever owned. Me!
Black sweater: Saks Fifth Avenue
Grey jeans: Bulldog by Urban Outfitters, remixed
Grey boots: Frye Paige Huaraches, by way of endless.com, remixed
That sweater has history! My mother likes to say "not ANOTHER black shirt, Allison!!"
ReplyDeleteI too love black and grey and I am loving those grey boots. AWESOME!
Thank you! Black and grey are my favorite colors and I love mixing them.
ReplyDeleteWhenever I tell my mom that I bought a new article of clothing, she usually says, "Let me guess - is it black?"
Dude, I'm totally copying your hair. Not now, as I'm occupied eating cake. But later. Oh, yes, later.
ReplyDeleteMmmm, cake...
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