I really feel flattered and honored when someone comes up to me in a parking lot and tells me I have the best fashion sense he has ever seen. It is especially nice because I am with my husband. Usually this sort of thing happens when someone ambushes me during the 15 minutes or so I have been separated from my husband at Walmart, so I have to file a support with him after the fact.
But this time he was an eye witness.
To see what I mean go to my Instagram page. And why not follow me on Instagram so you never miss out on my latest hijinx?
https://www.instagram.com/p/BQyVAhOF3H0/?taken-by=estelletobygoldsteinmd
I have read a bit about how fashions are supposed to have an effect on the stock market and politics and heaven knows what else.
I wear fashions because of how they make me feel. Today it was sunshine yellow because I was hit with a streak of optimism.
I have since heard of “fashion psychology” as a field. Fashion psychologists sit with women finding out what colors they have preferred, and what styles, and helping them choose a new wardrobe for, presumably, a happier future.
In this way, at least, I do not think I am so complicated. I love the styles I grew up loving in the latter half of the twentieth century.
I could not purchase the clothes of female authority then, for I was both too financially challenged and too heavy.
My favorite color changed from blue to purple to hot pinks and magentas as I found a little success and optimism.
If you feel good about yourself when you look in the mirror, what you are wearing is a very good choice.
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The 94th Aero Squadron is my favorite restaurant in San Diego. I have been surprised to learn it is some kind of a chain, with restaurants in the Los Angeles region and Ohio and God knows where else, but this does not matter to me.
I have had their luncheon buffets, where sometimes things that are supposed to be French are confused with Mexican things. I have visited their “artifacts” and decorations and I think they are poor historians, confusing World Wars I and II. There is a vague notion of being part of the American military hanging around in France, enjoying things European, presentation that seems formal enough to a San Diego human that it is definitely European, and the opportunity to watch inept pilots take off and set down on a local airfield.
No, I am not sponsored by them — this is a free plug, and I’m hoping it guides others to experience the pleasures there. I did not say the food was extrordinary — although it is absolutely marvelous — or had anything to do with why this is my favorite restaurant in San Diego. It doesn’t.
It is my favorite because it plays into my personal story. I do not think many people even collect or remember their personal stories, or know how those stories can enrich their lives. I have been here before with a couple of friends. Today, a cherished friend (who happens to be from France), my husband, and someone who was my friend’s friend (visiting from France), who listened with a gaze akin to a deer in the headlights when I told my story. Read more on But Don’t Worry About Me ……
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