I know I’m not, no matter whether I subscribe to the magazine of that title. While I have long wanted to be chic, I have never aspired to be trendy. Even in junior high, I wanted to be sure that a look was going to last. (This was, and remains, a combination of cheapness and unwillingness to look silly. Either I was grown up then, or I never will be. Who can say?)
Today I got off the elevator and nearly ran into someone wearing an outfit that, twenty years ago, would have been a cute outfit to wear to a club, or on a date. Now it’s office attire. Mind you, there was nothing revealing or inappropriate about it–but I was struck by how styles have changed. And then I wondered:
How frumpy am I?