There was a morning last week when I started getting dressed with a specific idea about what to wear for the day, but yellow wanted my attention. YELLOW, yellow, yellow. I had no choice but to direct my attention to the yellow section of my wardrobe.
There’s not much at all in that section. There’s the
Chanel Talbot’s jacket I purchased more moons ago than I can count. If you had a new grandchild born in the year I bought that jacket, that grandchild is probably graduating from high school this month with a fresh tattoo.
Bad traffic was good for the yellow section of my closet
A couple of weeks ago when the traffic was so backed up that I was forced to stop at Nordstrom and spend some time before getting back on the freeway, I went through the designer sales rack and spotted this golden yellow Etro sheer tunic blouse with metallic gold threaded stripes. I lust for Etro but the price point keeps me lusting and not purchasing. But at 40% off, I felt that perhaps I could justify it. I thought of three upcoming events that I could wear it to, events where I needed to wear something more special, more fancy. These events are not my normal activity and my wardrobe is lacking in those kind of clothes.
An hour and a half later, I was sailing home with no more traffic buildup, and this Etro blouse was hanging on a hook in the backseat. I thought about it the whole way home. Was I really going to splurge on this?
Introducing old yellow to new yellow
Back to that day last week in my closet: I had to, in all graciousness to yellow, pull the blouse out of its bag and look at it.
Hmm, I thought. Could I ever pair this Etro blouse with this
Chanel Talbot’s jacket? I had to try it! They’re both so ladylike and they have gold metallic threads in common. They just might like each other, I thought. I slipped the Chanel Talbot’s jacket over the blouse and had a RSOJ, a Random Spasm of Joy, a term created by John, my favorite bartender at the girl and the fig restaurant in the Sonoma Plaza. As John says, you can barely explain it when RSOJ happens but you know it in your gut when it does.
This RSOJ reminded me of that moment when as a teenager coming home from a long day in high school, I’d slip powdered Tang, that orange-flavored drink that John Glenn took into space with him in 1962, into water and drink it all down. It was so refreshing! So satisfying! So enjoyable!
That’s how I felt inside that beautiful Etro blouse with the asymmetrical sides, the golden threads, and the sweet tie closure at the neck. Yum–my!
Only pseudo Chanel in my closet
Chanel is outside my budget but I like my looks-kinda-like-a-Chanel Talbot’s jacket. I had to have a pocket repaired on it this spring and Snow, the alterations expert at Alterations to Go in the Bon Air Shopping Center kept calling it my Chanel jacket. I’m crazy for the grosgrain ribbon trim detail. There’s hardly anything more wonderful than grosgrain ribbon in my fashion book. I used to use it a lot in garments I made during the wearable art movement in the ’70s and ’80s.
I love the fringed edges on the 3/4 sleeves and the collar band around the neck and the edges of the pockets. The fabric looks so Chanel-like, nubby and tweedy. I always feel like a grownup woman in this jacket. While I’ve usually worn it with white T-shirts, now it had a true grownup blouse that made it even more ladylike. What a pair! Together they’re like a summer/fall love affair; the younger blouse falling for the older jacket. So French, so President Emmanuel Macron and his wife Brigitte.
No fancy bottoms for this outfit
I wanted a certain silhouette for the bottom and found it in a skinny-ish jean. I found a belt in my closet, patent leather, that blended with the soft yellow blouse. I liked the belted blouse with the narrow jeans. I added striped sheer socks and my Lucky Brand sand-colored booties. I was doing fancy in daytime clothes, my real comfort zone. I’d have to figure out how to wear the blouse for those actual fancy affairs on my calendar, but why postpone joy? It was perfect just like this.
I had another RSOJ moment when I went to the coat closet and saw my vintage yellow tailored coat. I slipped it on over my ensemble and spent a couple of hours in traffic and several hours working in a client’s closet feeling nothing short of rapture. Boy, I sure love getting dressed!
Do you have clothes in your closet that bring you ultimate joy? Tell me all about it!