To follow up on my bitchy rant about things that are so very wrong, here's something a little more uplifting for the kids.
My official list of things so right and good and stylish and pleasing that they cannot go out of style.
The ring he gave you. I know a few girls now who have actually UPGRADED their wedding or engagement rings. Seriously. This one chick actually just stopped wearing hers until he got the message and bought her a massive new rock. But I do know one woman who wears this old 80's-style gold ring with a marquis diamond and it's exactly the kind that if you got it today you would think, "Is this man my fiance or a fucking 80's time machine?" and you would want to throw the ring back. BUT, when I look at that ring with its slightly dated setting, it really makes me think, "Damn, TWENTY years of marriage." That's impressive. And that's what the ring says to everyone.
The ring he gave you, no matter what, is always right.
La Mer face cream. It's really, truly as magical as they say.
Really good shoes. The first time I even owned shoes that cost more than $250 was just 3 years ago. News flash: I still have them, wear them, and they are still super glamorous. Megan from beachbungalow8 and I were chatting each other up over email today about "investment" pieces. Like a great piece of furniture, shoes are worth it. You'll look great, feel better, and you'll waste less money over time....
Pencil skirts. I guess we're lucky because they are back in a big way, but really, they are never out of style. It's always ok to wear a black pencil skirt and a shrunken black cashmere top and some killer pumps. Sexy secretary circa 1950 is always hot and classic.
White dinner plates. I don't know why people want to eat food off of anything but a blank canvas. Fussy plates with gold trim and images of fllowers and neighing horses? Are you serious? Humble white plates, please. Your food should be the decoration.
A classic 80s-style gold rolex, especially the men's size, but worn on a woman. I have seen this a lot lately and I think to myself, damn, that is genius. See Jennifer Jason Leigh's photograph in the current issue of New York magazine.
New York City. Give me a break with this LA-as-new-center-of-US-culture. I know good things are happening there, but it's still the land of hair-plugged Ari-Gold/Jeremy-Piven-like Ed Hardy-wearing desperate loser "industry" guys. NY, no matter how gentrified it gets, is still New York. When you can walk past a woman who so clearly has a net worth of over a bilion dollars and then smell urine in a doorway just a half block away, you know you're in the headiest mix of people and culture that this country has to offer.
The classic white woven shirt. Carolina Herrera is the patron saint of this article of clothing.
Working your ass off. With magazines like Real Simple preaching this impossible idea of having your shit together on all fronts, you're just left thinking you fail at about 12 things. So, I am official declaring working your ass off (professionally) as something that is right always, now, and forever. It's a very American thing to do, very Gordon Gekko, and you know what? That's ok. While other people are asleep at the wheel trying to find "balance," you and I will just get into the office early, work harder, and make more...all while wearing the fab-again gold Rolex and smiling knowing that at age 50, we get to stop, while someone else is trying to schedule their stupid relaxing Canyon Ranch zen colonic getaway between business trips.
Zebra rugs. Even if you think their moment will soon pass, really, it won't. Why? Few people really have them. It's just a design-y little fetish that Decorno types have right now. But a zebra rug is always funky and cool and will always help you say, "Yes, this is a fussy old dresser, but made less uptight because I have this crazy shit on the floor." Zebra rugs 4-ever.
Forgiving a debt. Especially as you get older, and you still remember that $300 you gave your friend to cover rent... if he's living in a shack and you've had a good year, forget it. When it comes up say, "I swear you already wrote me that check." If you're running around being Gordon Gekko minding the new rule of working your ass off, you have the pay the karmic piper somehow.
Looking like yourself. Your totally freaking glamourous, fabulous self. Anh Duong is like that kind of weird striking beauty. Somehow the American ideal has become stripper-i-fied. I mean, take yesterday's NY Times article about "mommy makeovers" - - apparently the new trend to get post-baby plastic surgery. I totally understand if you want a tummy tuck and a breast lift to feel good about yourself, but when you look HERE at these women getting the procedure, there is nothing elegant about them. They look like they are desperately clinging to their high school cheerleader days. Let's say fuck you to the stripper aesthetic and fully embrace a better version of you, the Anh Duong policy of being the prettiest odd face you've ever seen.