A colleague came to me with a demure smile on her face. "I want to show you something funny." She looked down and I looked down as well. And snickered.
Now, Cathy is someone I consider elegant. Her disposition goes a long way in influencing me, true, but she has a certain style. Generally in solid colors like black, or camel, or dove gray, her sleek figure wears simple clothes well. I know she doesn't enjoy shopping - I accept this, even if I don't get it - but she nevertheless knows what looks great on her. She once grumbled mildly that she "had" to get a pair of shoes for an event, which killed me, and then we talked flats for a while. She eventually bought a pair of one brand I recommended, Riekers, and that happy event led to this:
Which one of these things doesn't belong? She said she had stepped into two of the many black loafers in her closet and headed out the door. It took about an hour for to notice that something . . . didn't feel quite right.
This will never happen to me. For all of the things we have in common: we work together, we're both librarians, we have similar haircuts, we're about the same age, both moms to college students, I have no two pairs of shoes that look remotely alike. But I often want to look like Cathy. When I read the fascinating discussion on an Already Pretty post on "spicing up a twinset", I immediately thought of her. She isn't "camouflaging herself" or "hiding from the world". She just looks LOVELY every day, and she is a perfect example of what inspired this blog: A beautiful, stylish librarian. Welcome to our world.