A promise made in this post about the latest Suzie Ko Fashion Show finds fulfillment in this fun entry, which shows Suzie in her unnatural habitat, posing and preening as if to the manor born. Or is it to the manner born? Either way, this girl never met a mirror she didn’t immediately hog for herself. The pictures speak for themselves, but I’ll give you a little backstory too.
On this particular day, Suzie was wearing a pair of pants that range in description from canary and mustard to banana and urine. I believe her explanation for choosing them was due to their ugliness and cheap cost. (She has a very different idea of fashion than the rest of us humans, despite the wondrous John Fluevog vintage shoes she dug out for this excursion.)
When we drove by a Pendleton outlet, she shrieked with an excitement that was totally lacking when I pulled into the Armani outlet just a few minutes prior. Upon entering, I could see that this was some sort of high-end L.L.Bean/Orvis/Eddie Bauer bullshit, where plaid and wool mated like rabbits and you couldn’t easily tell the difference between a blanket and a coat. That said, I did find a few beautiful pieces that somehow squeaked upward of the $500 mark which seems obscene for a Vermont outlet, but I guess Pendleton is fancy that way. And then Suzie came upon This Coat.
It was the precise shade of her pants, and in a heavy but supple wool. She simply had to try it on, and pose and pose and pose in the mirror. Since she’d been so good as to accompany me to Vermont for a fall excursion, I was feeling generous and let her have this excessive moment, content to document it for the disbelieving folks who would sooner buy me prancing around in an Armani sequin pant suit.
If it had been a little closer to her size (she was basically doing the backstroke in this men’s large) I might have insisted on her getting it, but alas, it was not to be. We’ll come back next year and see if we can find something more fitting.
And may this also dispel the myth that I’m the one who can’t pass a mirror without admiring myself. The truth is finally out.
