Corduroy Jumpers Yet Again



Originally uploaded by Peacebang.

You know how I occasionally display just the tiniest bit of flexibility about one of my iron-clad clergy fashion rule?

You don’t?
Well, I do! It’s just *very* occasional.

Like I might say, “Please don’t wear batik muu-muus… UNLESS you’re lounging at the pool having drinks with colleagues at the end of a hard day at a conference in Scottsdale, Arizona.” Or, “You should never, ever ever carry a cotton tote bag to a formal networking event… UNLESS your professional handbag or briefcase was stolen and you’ve just come from filling out a police report and didn’t have time to change bags.”

Sometimes I’ll betray my own instincts and say to colleagues, “That shapeless smock would look appropriate for work if you make sure to add some fun earrings and do your hair and make-up nicely.”

But I have seen the error of my ways. I will never again betray your trust and lie to you. You have Miss Mandy Moore above to thank for my new resolve.

Mandy is wearing what PeaceBang refers to as The Corduroy Jumper. PeaceBang fears and loathes the Corduroy Jumper, as it is too often worn by clergywomen who would apparently rather communicate, “It’s juice and cookies time!” than “I am a serious religious leader.”

Mandy’s jumper is actually fashionable. She is wearing fashionable shoes and fashionable opaque stockings. Her hair is gorgeous and her make-up impeccable (if far too sultry for clergy gals). And yet for all that, all I can think of when I look at her is

Romper stomper bomber boo

Tell me tell me tell me do…

So let PeaceBang retract an earlier ruling she may have handed down regarding the Corduroy Jumper. If I ever said that female clergy might be able to get away with wearing one to church if you wear polished hair and make-up, I take it back.

I take it waaaay back. Unless you’re wearing it for the Pilgrim Pageant, that is, playing John and Priscilla Alden’s great aunt named Patience or Mercy or Prudence or Fortitude.

* Photo of Miss Moore courtesy of Go Fug Yourself, taken Jan 21, 2007 in Park City, UT.

Shapes, Good: Sacks, Not


Shape
Originally uploaded by Peacebang.

Listen to Auntie PeaceBang when she tells you that FIT MATTERS.

Case in point. Look at the delectable Miss Jessica Biel in this beautiful dress.
(But don’t look too carefully, or you’ll notice that it’s a bit tight across the thighs and she’s wearing WHITE PUMPS which she can get away with because she’s a Hollywood starlet but if you or I try that same pair of shoes, we’ll just look like we wandered out of the prom at a high school in 1960’s suburban Ohio.)

And look at her in this garment. A biiiiig no-no:

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Aiiieeee! Attack of the enormous, shapeless garment!

So sad, chica. Even her glorious figure has no chance in that schmatta.

Mark my words, chickens, take time with the fit. As PeaceBang always says, you may not have a shape like Jessica Biel, but you have a shape. It doesn’t make you more holy or more godly or more transcendent a being to conceal it in swaths of fabric: it just makes you look like a shapeless mass. Unless you’re a friar, in which case you just go right ahead and wear big shapeless swaths of fabric all you want. Just tie that cincture with a little flair and you’re good to go.

[Thanks to Go Fug Yourself.com for the photos.]

Worshiping the Golden Caftan


Worshiping the Golden Caftan
Originally uploaded by Peacebang.

Remember when Amy Irving was a beautiful, famous actress and married to Steven Spielberg? And then he went and had an affair with the totally untalented KATE CAPSHAW who remains Mrs. Spielberg to this day, leaving Amy to star in films like “Yentl” and to show up at Tom Stoppard’s plays wearing gold muu-muus with gold sandals, looking like a kind of blinged-out Hare Krishna?

Of course you do!

And you’re looking at that muu-muu* thinking, “Why, that is a very attractive muu-muu. Or caftan. I wonder if I could wear that, and if I did, what would PeaceBang say?”

First of all, I would say that if you must wear a caftan/muu-muu-related garment, make sure it doesn’t match your skin like this one does. Why, if I hadn’t blinked and looked twice at this photograph, I might have mistaken Miss Irving for a tasteful little object d’art.

Second, if you insist on wearing a caftan/muu-muu, be sure that you have the charisma of an Agnes Moorhead or a Shirley McLaine, or at least Miss Cleo the Psychic. A muu-muu is a look. You must have confidence and verve to rock this look. This is not a professional look. This is a “I-don’t-care-that-I-look-to-most-people-like-a-wacky-New-Age-type-bliss-ninny” look.”
This is a look that someone can get away with after they are an established spiritual leader.

Third, have fabulous hair and face when you wear this type of garment, or you’ll just look like a big column of fabric.

Finally, long, flowy garbs are not necesarily flattering to large and lumpy figures. As PeaceBang can tell you from personal experience, a large lumpy figure under loose fabric looks terrific while you’re standing still, but the moment you move, the gig is up. If it’s camoflauging a plump physique that you’re after, structured garments like blazers and more fitted skirts (with appropriately constraining undergarments underneath) will work much better.

* I know we’ve talked about these garments before and that sometimes they’re saris and sometimes they’re kirtas (is that a word? Did I remember that correctly?), but the truth is, most Americans don’t know the difference and will “read” this as a caftan/muu-muuish garment. Which they will associate with a sense of vague ethnicity and/or spirituality. And with the 60’s,70’s and 80’s, I’m afraid.

Celebrity photo, as always, courtesy of Jessica and Heather at GoFugYourself.com.

Signature, Or Rut?

Happy Post-Thanksgiving Saturday, dearests!! How was your day? If you’re not a resident of the United States, ignore the groanings coming from this part of the hemisphere, and watch for flying buttons popping off of waistbands. It’s funny ’til someone loses an eye, as my dear departed father would have said.

Honestly, though, for those of us lucky enough to feast amid warmth and comfort and plenty, may the overflowing gratitude strengthen and sustain us for the work to be done, and I don’t mean the work of battling our way through the mall for Christmas shopping. I mean the great work, ya’ll.
If memory serves, there’s a special passel of pastoral ministry that goes on during the holiday season, with its excesses and its fantasies, and its expectations and its family mishegas. Hang on, sweet potatoes! Here it comes!

A Thoughtful and Scentually-Conscious Reader named Bill and I had this exchange today over in the comments section of another post:

He writes,”What do you think about patchouli? I confess to using it for over 25 years. I get it from Caswell-Massey. I always thought it was kind of cool, but recently I overheard some young ladies making fun of me at a social.”

I replied,”Bill, bless your heart for asking a difficult question! It’s SO HARD to evaluate something we’ve been doing for a long time, but scent is so important and evocative it’s worth thinking about it seriously. Let me say this quite honestly: patchouli is such a dated fragrance and so evocative of the groovy 70’s that it’s just not a good choice anymore. Caswell-Massey makes nice products, though, so you obviously have good taste. Is it possible you were wearing a bit too much?You might go to a trusted pharmacy — wait, let me post on this!xoxo PB”

So here I am posting about it.

What I was going to say to Bill was that he might go to a nice pharmacy where there’s a cosmetics counter and ask for some advice on men’s fragrances. Or he could just poke around a department store for awhile and sniff tester bottles. Lord knows women do this all the time.

Bill, remember that you must try a fragrance on your own self and let it sit for awhile to mesh with your own chemistry in order to really determine if it’s right for you. I try up to four fragrances at a time, but no more. Spritz the left wrist, the right wrist, the left inside-elbow and the right inside-elbow. Wait at least ten minutes between each, and remove with alcohol if you hate it.

Sephora has scads of men’s fragrance, but sometimes a big cosmetics emporium can be intimidating to men (and women, too, actually!).
That’s why I recommended a pharmacy.
Bill, maybe take a friend with you to help you find a nice scented product? There are many out there that are reminiscent of the musky patchouli without BEING patchouli. PeaceBangers, any recommendations?

However, PeaceBang thinks that the really important thing about this question isn’t about finding Bill a better fragrance choice. The important thing isn’t even that some young “ladies” were heard making unkind remarks at a social, which is reprehensible and extremely hurtful, and I’m sorry that it happened.

The really important thing about Bill’s question is that it reminds all of us how easy it is to get sot in our ways, to think we only look good in one color or one cut of fabric, or that we can only wear our hair a certain way or comfortably walk around in a certain kind of shoes.

Some of us are still spraying ourselves with Clinique Aromatics Elixir or Polo — two fragrances that were so ubiquitous twenty years ago as to immediately date us when we walk through the door wafting these smells. Others haven’t had a new hair style since the Reagan administration. Still others are wearing the same shade of lipstick they fell in love with when they were in their 20’s and their face was a whole different landscape.

“But, PeaceBang, this is my signature look/smell/hairdo/pair of shoes!” you protest.

My lovely protesting people, signature items or looks can be terrific. Think Jack Nicholson’s eternally sexy shades. Think Gloria Steinem’s fabulous aviators. Think Julie Andrews’ soft cap of shiny hair. Think Nancy Reagan’s red suit. Think Mr. Rogers’ sweaters.

Signature

A classic set of pearls can be a signature. A great, weathered leather jacket can be a signature item. Brilliant red lipstick. A beloved brooch or set of cufflinks. Paisley can be part of a signature, or warm, nubby shawls or a certain blue that brings out your eyes, or a Louise Brooks haircut that is totally out of date, but is absolutely YOU.

The thing about a signature look, though, is that it still needs to be evaluated and freshened up now and then, or we risk looking not like classic versions of ourselves but like people who are trapped in time, insecurely clinging to something that worked for us long ago when we were actually very different people.
Look how Gloria does this. The glasses are still hip, they suggest the classic aviators, but they’re more contemporary and fresh and becoming to her more mature face:

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How can we tell whether we’re wearing a signature look or whether we’re just in a rut? Think Liza Minelli’s crazy-spiky eyelashes. Think the great hoofer Ann Miller’s huge helmet head. Think George Hamilton’s horrid leathery tan. When we become a caricature of ourselves, we’re definitely in a rut.

Rut or Signature? Three Helpful Tips

1. When you get dressed and prepared to be seen in community, are you just reverting to the same choices again and again because you can’t figure out anything else to do? That’s probably a rut. If, on the other hand, you bring the same trusted oldies out of the closet every day with a sense of cherished appreciation, and you love the way you look and feel in them, and you Rock The Universe just being your fabulous self, that’s a signature look.

Dressing and smelling and grooming the exact same way year unto year because you don’t feel like thinking about it isn’t classic. It’s a rut.

2. Are you avoiding change because it scares you? That’s one kind of rut we can very easily get into. If you think this might be you, enlist the support and aid of someone with more of a sense of dash and daring about them and go have fun trying new things on. You don’t have to buy them. Just go see how it feels!

Who are you today? There’s nothing to fear in pursuing an outward appearance that more accurately reflects the inner reality, even if that inner reality is older, more somber, and less cute or people-pleasing than it used to be.

A friend of mine walked through the door on Thanksgiving Day sporting her natural hair color, which is grey. She had been coloring it blonde all the years I’ve known her, and she was just breathtaking! The gray is shiny and multi-dimension where the blonde had not been. I could see her bone structure in a new way, and the steely glint of beautiful, strong gray eyes I had never really seen before. She had gone from pretty to formidable and handsome, and more truly herself.

The moral of the story is: Don’t be afraid of change. You can always change back.

3. Are you clinging to one look because you think you’re a certain “type” and something else Just Won’t Look Good on you?

You wouldn’t believe how often PeaceBang hears this, and how sad it makes her. So many times people have a very limited vision of who they are and What Looks Good on them. They will steadfastly ignore the dictates of fashion and even good taste in order to cling to some fashion rule that is either woefully outdated (like refusing to wear white after Labor Day) or that hasn’t flattered them in decades, if ever.

Don’t let stubbornness be your rut. When friends gently suggest that you’d look so great if you cut that miles-long hair, or surreptitiously try to take you shopping for new eyeglass frames, or your wife hides your bolo ties, moth-eaten turtlenecks or too-tight Wrangler corduroys in the garage, don’t get mad. Get curious. Consider a change. Again, you can always change back.

So Bill, thanks again for your question. A big Bronx cheer to those meanies who tittered about your patchouli at the party, but they may have done you a favor after all. Best wishes and let us know if you find a new scent you like.

Pink Over Sixty


Pink Over Sixty
Originally uploaded by Peacebang.

I’m not sure what’s going on during this photo — which I borrowed from the gals over at GoFugYourself.com, with thanks — but I have two serious fashion problems here that could too easily be committed by holiday-happy clergy or other professionals:

1. Attack of the froofy sleeves, and
2. Offensive misuse of the color pink.

SWEEThearts, it’s mid-November! That pink would be SO much better in spring or summer (but maybe they’re in L.A.?).

On the other hand, Oprah looks dyn-o-mite. Don’t like the lip color, but how ’bout that outfit? She is, however, over-accessorized with the gold bangles. No need for those when your garments are so ornamental.

Remember, less is more. And when it comes to sleeves, only your Geneva gown should be sportin’ flappers like those.