Showing posts with label Oprah. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Oprah. Show all posts

Thursday, March 6, 2008

Not-so-classic Crisp White Shirts

Okay, one of the paralegals I work with loves Oprah. Anything Oprah (or one of her endorsed guests) says goes. For instance, right now she's on a red wine kick because Dr. Oz — an Oprah endorsee — said red wine was good for your heart, and although red grape juice has similar benefits, it’s not as effective. To boot, alcohol has an instant, coma-like effect on said paralegal, so she doesn't really drink. Can you say "lightweight?" Most importantly, she HATES red wine! So now she's got her husband running around town looking for red wine varietals that she can "tolerate" enough to take her nightly 4 oz. dose of "medicine." Apparently, having to choke it down like those bad-college-shooters mixed out of scrounged up dorm liquor doesn’t seem to faze her. I, and everyone in the office, have given her permission to switch to the grape juice, but she won't budge.

Don't get me wrong, I like Oprah and I love how inspiring and introspective she can be. But I thought I was equally inspired and introspective in my own way, until I failed Oprah's "what's the single most important piece of clothing in a woman's wardrobe?" test.

It's the classic, crisp white button-down shirt — of course! The day after that show aired the ladies at work were talking about it over lunch. I hadn't seen the show (I'm a hard-core HGTV fan), but I did guess that the crisp white shirt was the most important piece in a wardrobe, followed by the classic trench. I swore up and down to the ladies at work that I had a whole closet full of them! See:

That conversation put a bug in my bugaloo, so this week I decided to rock my $9-Lord & Taylor-cranberry-red-cashmere-sweater with a crisp, white shirt. I failed to notice, however, that all of my white shirts have 3/4- or bracelet-length sleeves. Not a single full length sleeve to be found! I just knew I had at least one french-cuff shirt in there! NOT! Nothing worse than a 3/4-sleeve cuff "bump" to ruin the line of my cranberry cashmere ... not to worry, I rocked it anyhow!

All this to say ... my next project is to get off my process-paralyzed tush and get working on a button-down, crisp white shirt with fabulous cuffs!