To look at me you wouldn’t know that I absolutely adore fashion. Given my druthers, I’d go through life in sweatpants and an over-sized t-shirt. I won’t (and can’t) wear shoes that have more than a kitten heel and makeup is something I put on reluctantly once or twice a year. But for all of this, I love fashion and all it has to offer to the senses. Back in the 80’s I lived for my copy of Seventeen Magazine. I need to find out what was in style this fall, even if I wasn’t planning on wearing it. Back in the 90’s I would not miss Style with Elsa Klensch on CNN even if you’d pay me, the catwalk was like catnip to me. Although those are no longer sources for my fashion addiction, I have found other means to keep me satisfied.
This week was New York Fashion Week and you can bet your sweet patootie I was sitting with Melissa Rivers and NeNe Leakes critiquing the fashion lines. Tonight the Emmy’s are on and no, I won’t be watching the show or even the red carpet. But come Monday night I’ll be glued to Fashion Police to see who wore what. It makes no sense and yet there you have it, a fashion victim who loves fashion more than just about anything.