When I saw Anne’s 52 Pick-me-up challenge this time around, I felt that familiar flummoxed panic usually reserved for days when my lesson plans go sideways. “Wear something that was/is your mother’s”? My mom is five foot nothing and barely makes triple digits in weight. She’s this tiny, floaty thing sporting a gamine pixie ‘do; I am surprised daily that she managed to produce a galumphing elephant like me.
There was no way I was gonna be able to fit into anything that was/is hers, short of accessories. And since Mom’s accessorizing is all about the 100% authentic gems given to her every birthday/Christmas/anniversary by my dearly departed dad, I was not about to go culling her stores for them.
Then I happened upon a brilliant plan, if I do say so meself: why not go symbolic? It worked for Dress Like a Tree week, right? And thinking on my master plan, I believe it’s thoroughly fitting considering Mother’s Day is imminent.
Therefore, this week I present to you: My Mom, My Hero. Each day, I plan to highlight, not some article of clothing my mother owns/owned, but some quality my mother has.
And to start us off today, I’d like to address something that my Mom has in spades: class.
Oh, sure, she’d deny this up the whazoo, or at best, she’d attribute her classiness to my dad, who had picked out all her clothes (and probably even her wedding dress, I bet; he picked out both my prom dresses!) for as long as I can remember.
But every single one of my memories of my mother, past and present, are all imbued with this oh-so-elusive quality, and when I tried to imagine what that would look like interpreted in an outfit, the first image that popped up was the quintessential Coco Chanel silhouette and a black and white palette.
I probably only have a tenth of my mother’s class, but here’s hoping I managed to fake it pretty well with this ensemble. And to distract you from my shortcomings, I give you a fabulous quote. Have a very Visible Monday!
Class never runs scared. It is sure-footed and confident, and it can handle whatever comes along. Class has a sense of humor. It knows that a good laugh is the best lubricant for oiling the machinery of human relations. Class never makes excuses. It takes its lumps and learns from mistakes. Class knows that good manners are nothing more than a series of small sacrifices and minor inconveniences. Class bespeaks an aristocracy unrelated to ancestors or money. Some extremely wealthy people have no class at all, while others who are struggling to make ends meet are loaded with it. Class is real. You can’t fake it. Class is comfortable in its own skin. It never puts on airs. Class never tries to build itself up by tearing others down. Class is already up and need not attempt to look better by making others look worse. Class can walk with kings and keep its virtue and talk with crowds and keep the common touch. Everyone is comfortable with the person who has class because he is comfortable with himself. If you have class, you’ve got it made. If you don’t have class, no matter what else you have, it won’t make up for it.
:: Just the facts, ma’am ::
Top – H&M
Cardi – F21
Skirt – F21
Stilettos – Type Z
Pearls – gift
:: Linking ::
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