Gray Matters - Talkin' shirt
I was recently invited to join an old friend for an evening of dancing, an invitation I immediately and enthusiastically accepted.
Being a working mom, it is very unusual that I ever have much time for such things and it’s been a while since I’ve had the opportunity — I think the term “a dog’s age” is pretty fitting to describe how long it’s been.
When I told my friend Jenn of my plans for the coming weekend, she gently but promptly pointed out that my wardrobe might be a little outdated and not quite appropriate for an evening on the dance floor. Those who know me can attest to the fact that my uniform typically consists of jeans and some kind of sweatshirt (hey, it’s cold out there this time of year).
Then Jenn noted that dancing is usually quite a sweaty activity if you spend much of the evening on your feet, and a sweatshirt, or even a light long-sleeved shirt, may be quite uncomfortable.
Since my summer shirts are all put away for the season, and because Jenn suggested it might be fun to wear something unique, we decided to use it as an excuse to go shopping for a new shirt I could wear just for the occasion. Since I love shopping, especially with a bestie, I certainly could not refuse the offer. And let’s face it, Jenn has a much better fashion sense than I ever thought of having, so getting the advice of my pro bono personal shopper was absolutely a plus.
We set out for downtown Belfast and had a very enjoyable time browsing the offerings at Katwalk, and after trying on a couple items I settled on two shirts I decided I could not live without (and of course both got the Jenn Seal of Approval). Then when I returned home, I settled on a loose-fitting white tank with bronze accents around the collar.
All I can say is Jenn was so right — I was roasting halfway into the band’s first set, and so I want to express my thanks to her for looking out for my best interest (both fashion-wise and in terms of comfort). I got a lot of compliments from other women on the shirt too, which is always nice.
Because the top was so different, and because I was at an establishment outside the county, I was absolutely shocked to meet another woman who was wearing the exact same shirt later in the evening. Normally, such a situation might be a little embarrassing, but we got to talking and decided it was far better to compliment one another on our fine taste in clothing than be insulted at the fact that we were sporting the exact same thing.
We had a good laugh about it, and the next day, Jenn and I laughed about it some more — because really, that's just the sort of thing that would happen to me, based on past experience.
I close with a sincere thanks to my bestie for her concern, patience and assistance. Big thanks also to the folks at Katwalk for making our outing a really enjoyable one, and for outfitting me with the shirt that received rave reviews, served as a fun conversation starter and of course, provided me with a story to share in my column space this week.
I wonder what unexpected events will come the next time I decide to dress for the dance floor — after all, I did buy that second shirt.