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A case and a poem for the navy blue button-down shirt
Sometimes breaking down what makes something good is really just about how many ways you can wear it
This is a public post from How to wear, a franchise about, yes, how to get dressed but also lately how to wear the same thing a million ways.
On Tuesday morning, I was getting dressed to take my daughter to the doctor, thinking that my turkey still had not arrived, wondering what I would do with her (my daughter, not the turkey) after the doctor, when this navy blue button-down shirt basically ripped itself off a hanger, assembling back-up dance support in the form beige trousers, red overalls and a pale puffer mini skirt, as it (the shirt) sang, “Welcome to my Broadway show!”
So I was like, Okay, that’s cool! Can you just explain to me how and why we got here?
“Now now, young disciple,” the blue shirt said. “Allow me to explain by demonstration.
You can wear me open,
Or you can wear me closed.*
You can cross me over,
Or tuck me into pantyhose.
Wear something loud on top of me!
Something you’ll scream about!
Or keep it quiet in the room,
Show calm with just a little doubt.
Take me to a wedding.
Or simply to the gym.
Wear me to school drop off
Or someplace where lights go dim.
Do something no one else would or be fully understood.
Squeeze me into a small sandwich
Or don’t! The point is simply that you could.”
HAPPY THANKSGIVING!!!!!!! If you’re around next week on Tuesday night, come to my bright session! It’s about how to make holiday party outfits with your own clothes.