For a number of years, I’ve celebrated my December 23 birthday with friends on New Year’s Eve. On my actual birthday, I have dinner with the family. This year, for the family dinner, I wanted to wear the L’Wren Scott sequined pants that I last wore in July 2009, just because they were past due for another outing.
I paired the pants with a turtleneck with cut-out shoulders. When I looked at this combination in the mirror, I thought it was a bit reminiscent of something the Golden Girls would wear if they were told to dress like New Yorkers. Like, sex-ay Southern belle Blanche Devereaux might choose this outfit if she was forced to wear nothing but black. I wore it anyway.
I was weirded out by a woman who blatantly stared at my outfit in the lobby of the restaurant. She even signaled her husband to look at me. Then she resumed looking me up and down with a disapproving expression on her face. Now, if I’m wearing something like this, this or this, I expect and, in fact, invite stares and laughter.
But I admit that I get the creeps when I see people staring at clothing that isn’t insane but just pretty or even “meh” (I definitely felt “meh” about the birthday outfit). WHAT THE HELL ARE THEY LOOKING AT?! Next time, I swear I’m going to walk up to the peeping peeps and say, “Wassup?”
Then they can tell me openly that they think my outfit is more Dorothy Zbornak than Blanche. It’s better to confront bad news like that head on!
UPDATED TO ADD: I should note that there were a lot of black sequins going on that night — it was the holidays and it’s a black-sequin kind of place anyway — so I wasn’t excessively shiny. And I personally gawked at a blonde in head-to-toe black spandex with a string of twinkling Christmas lights around her neck, but that was admiration. I’m in favor of light-up outfits.
UPDATED AGAIN TO ADD: I wore a backless gold sequin dress to the same restaurant on December 23, 2009. Maybe the woman was thinking, “She looked so much better last year”?
UPDATED YET AGAIN TO ADD: Commenters Lisadom and StefM are correct: this outfit is much more Fran Drescher in The Nanny than Golden Girls-gone-urban. That’s why the woman was staring at me! She could tell I had my sitcoms totally confused!