I have always loved decorating and fashion. I love reading books and magazines about both subjects and could do so all day long.
When my kids Tat and Will were little, a friend and I made several caftans and we wore them constantly. I loved mine because I could dress "up" or "down" in two seconds with a little jewelry or none at all. By the time Jamie arrived on the scene, I didn't have much time for languishing around with three little niblets running here and there.
I was still intrigued by my magazines on both subjects, though. Even when Tat was small, she would say it was perfectly all right to wear prints with plaid. When some astonished person would ask her how she knew this for sure, she would answer without hesitation, "I saw it in Vogue."
I still have the fashion and decorating bug and I do believe there is no known cure. Here in Bluffton we have those grand fashionistas, Geist, Patsy and "Madame Egg." Kate and Anna Pepper, and of course our dear Druella, if anyone needs help fluffing up. Me? I wing it, and most of the time do a pretty good job.
I was at the outlets Sunday and there were several women shopping for clothes, accompanied by their annoyed husbands. While most of the men had glazed expressions on their faces, some seemed really into the whole event. Of course, the wives were being advised to buy some really ghastly outfits, and yours truly was horrified. I think most husbands should be parked in a bar or under a tree while you are shopping. It would really be best to leave the old boy at home if possible.