It was the early 80's when I began working at Gillette. I had just graduated business school and had moved back to Boston from Chicago, eager to begin my professional career. Back then, woman wore suits to work. And no one would think of coming to the office in any shoes other than heels. I remember going to Saks and buying two suits, thrilled to find them on sale. One was red, and the other an off white, with very thin stripes of reds, greens, and blues.
When I moved to New York in 1985, M threw me a going-away party. I wore a white blouse and a pair of red wool pants. With pearls, or course.
A few years later I was still wearing color, but had shunned the brighter shades for a more subtle palette. Like this dark green patterned sweater I wore for Thanksgiving in the late 80's. My big-hair nicely aligned with the fashion of the time.
By the time Alexander was born, I had pretty much begun wearing primarily neutrals.
And now, I look in my two small closets and find it mostly devoid of color — maybe 75% black, 20% white, and 5% other.
It's odd how my wardrobe has evolved. I'm sure some of that comes from living in New York, where black is the dominant color. And, it's the most slimming.
(Right now screenings and work take up most of my time, or clearly I'd be writing about something other than my closet).
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