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Portland Fashion Week
Portland Fashion Week, my towns version of the big NY shows. We decided to go all out and get VIP tickets. The show was at a boat yard, inside some old loft-style warehouse. Very trendy.
The VIP section had it's own bar, behind the red velvet ropes. I had never felt so fancy. The VIPs we're all dressed a bit more glam than the folks on the other side of the rope. Some people went for all-out glamour, many had the NY street style of sleek jeans and slacks, and a few did the actually-expensive-thrift-store hipster look.
One woman's outfit jumped out at me right away. She was wearing a fitted, sparkly metallic dress and had the body to pull it off. With long blond hair and amazing wooden strappy wedges, she was like a sophisticated Fergie. The singer, not the former royalty.
But the thing that stood out the most was how uncomfortable she felt. She kept her arms wrapped around her body and her eyes on her shoes. Even when she was talking with the group of people who appeared to be her friends, she didn't smile or look anyone in the eye. It was depressing. And a waste of a killer dress.
On the other side of the room was a woman much less glamorous, but more eye-catching. She was wearing wide-leg trouser style jeans in a dark wash and a striped top with a kind of Parisian feel. When she sat down I noticed her patent leather platforms, the only shiny thing in her ensemble. She didn't have the body of a pop star. In fact, at a fashion show she would be considered plus size. I would call her womanly. The average American woman's build.
But there was nothing average about this woman. Her shoulders were back, she stood up tall, and the smile on her face radiated a happy, confident glow around her. I couldn't take my eyes off of her. I wanted to walk over and introduce myself. She was the kind of woman I would want as a friend, or at least an acquaintance at parties. I mentally gave her my Best Dressed award.
It didn't matter what designer she was wearing, how much she spent on her outfit, or even what size she wore. The thing that made her look better than everyone else in the room was her confidence.
Its not just something our parents say to make us feel better. The way we feel about ourselves really does make a difference. Confidence really is the best accessory.
Posted in Transportation/Automotive Post Date 03/24/2017