When I was a school teacher I felt it a great compliment when people would say to me, “You don’t look like a school teacher." Don’t get me wrong, I am a far cry from a fashion Diva but there was something about those wooden schoolhouse, apple, and chalkboard button-covers that never quite captured my fashion sense.
Now as a ‘missionary’, one of my fears is that I will return to the USA one day to find out that I look like a “missionary”. Hard to articulate what that means but I am convinced that as you read that statement you got a vivid picture in your mind of exactly what I meant. Well…..
Last night was the beloved ‘date night’ and I convinced Rich that going to see The Devil Wears Prada would make for a great date. I know what you are thinking, “Didn’t that come out months ago?” Yes, it did in America but remember I live in Africa….hey, at least we have movie theaters. Anyway, besides the fact that I now have to go see the next shoot ‘em up, sci-fi, gangster movie as ‘pay off’ for Rich having to endure this chic-flick; my fashion sense fears are definitely becoming a reality.
As the credits were rolling after the film and the list of actors names began to unfold I noticed a number of fashion designers & models names…Valentino, Bridget Hall, etc. Next to their names it stated, ‘as himself’. Foolishly, I muttered to myself, “I didn’t know that was actually Valentino?!" I realized my muttering was overheard by the man that sighed 100 times throughout the movie, when Rich turned to me and said, “You didn’t?” (insert “a-duh” tone here)
So when my ‘missionary’ transformation begins with the ankle length khaki jumper, Birkenstocks and long, mousy hair pulled up into a bun PLEASE send help!