I am completely at peace with every single part of my body except my arms, and apparently I’m not alone.
Although I can preach all kinds of rhetoric about it’s not being about the size on the tag or the number on the scale, the eyes don’t lie. I can mask a bloated tummy with ruching and creative tucking. I can amaze people when I coyly reveal my weight (I’m a lot heavier than I look, but I’ve learned to dress my body type accordingly). But when I wear something sans sleeves, my gaze inevitably lands on my upper arms and with critical, microscopic precision, I map out every wiggle of my wattle.
Then I come up with a myriad reasons as to why I need a cardi/blazer/shrug/completer piece even when it’s a hundred degrees out. In fact, just yesterday, I couldn’t leave well enough alone and had to style a perfectly good summer dress like this because cap sleeves might as well be sleeveless in my book.
So it is with trepidation that I present for your consideration today’s lace look which I’ve dubbed “rocker glam”. I’m gonna be honest with you: I’m probably keeping my jacket on all day even though weather.com says it’ll be in the 80s today. And I’m going to get away with it too because my classroom is a lovely, steady 70 degrees at all times. But for you, my friends, I bare my arms because it just wouldn’t be rocker glam if I didn’t.
There’s just something inherently cool about the combination of tank top and leggings. It’s easy, effortless and allows for maneuverability when moshing or stage diving. Sadly, since my plans for the day do not include either moshing or stage diving, my version of the look needed a little toning down.
What makes this work appropriate, then, are the details of the tank top. The lace is guipure with a modest lining underneath. The cut allows it to swing away from my body rather than clinging, and the length covers the derriere quite nicely, thank you very much.
I couldn’t resist the drama, though. There’s always a bit of the rebel in every outfit I create. So it goes without saying that the leggings I chose have a sheen to them, reminiscent of hair bands but hopefully without the cringe quality of spandex. Throw in some arm candy and a pair of stilettos and I’m ready to go where the grass is green and the girls are pretty.