Montana Tuxedos and Country Chic

Sep 21, 2010 | 1 comment

Suzita Espy Pearson, c. 1922

     The women of our family – those of my mother’s and grandmother’s generations, that is – were known for their fashion sense and glamorous get-ups.  Take my mother’s older sister Suzita.  She died four years before I came along, so I know her only from the stories and the photographs of her in stylish hats or dropped-waist flapper dresses.  I’m told that conversation stopped and heads turned when she entered a room.
     There was a time when I, too, could turn a head or two – or so my friend Gordon says.  He likes to tell people about the first time we met back in the early seventies.  It was at a Christmas party here at my folks’ and Gordon claims I was “about this big around dressed in a gloriously tight floor-length gown dripping with bright red fringe and held up by tiny spaghetti straps…”  Well, I do remember the dress but I don’t think it was red.
    Since then, I’ve put on almost forty years and thirty pounds, moved from the bright lights of San Francisco to the muted greens and grays of the northwest, and my interest in sartorial matters has all but expired.  For one thing, I spend three-fourths of the year layered to the point of who-cares.  And, for another thing, shopping seems to be an overwhelming ordeal when you live in the remoteness of Oysterville.  I’ve become totally comfortable with a wardrobe of Levis and sweatshirts.  Only when there is an “occasion” do I worry.
     Like what in the world will I wear to the Mozart Grand Mass Saturday Night at the Arlene Schnitzer Concert Hall in Portland?  After considerable stewing and closet-searching, I have decided that Country Chic will have to do.  That’s the distaff equivalent to a Montana Tuxedo for guys – blue jeans and a spiffy jacket.  Never mind that my Levis are pretty over-the-hill.  If we step on it, I might be able to nip into Nordstrom’s before the curtain-time and get a new pair.  For sure I’ll be mentally apologizing to the family fashionistas all the way to the Schnitzer.

1 Comment

  1. Helen Wolfe Deitz

    love this one!!!! see you soon and I’m sure you’ll look great!

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