I showed up for a fundraiser with a cocktail attire dress code in my rainbow dress, a little white sweater and a yellow feather fascinator.
I thought it was cute and very Burning Man-ish, all those colors splashed across the dress.
Well, in retrospect, the dress perhaps missed its mark.
As it turned out, most of the attendees were wearing more classic colors – black navy blue, and white.
I was reminded of that time I walked into a San Francisco bar full of people in black coats wearing my full length red wool jacket.
Every eye turned to stare at the woman in red.
I felt like a rubenesque ‘Loony Tunes’ woman in a field of classy, slender Lehmbruck figures.
Do you remember that song from childhood, “One of these things is not like the others. . .”
See if you can figure it out.
I reminded myself of something I like to tell my sons about fitting in, “You’ll spend your childhood trying to fit in and your entire adulthood trying to stand out.”
There are perhaps worse things in the world than committing a fashion faux pas.
I’m always amused when I get myself in situations like these.
What do you do?
Hide in the bathroom?
Go home and change?
Oh no you don’t!
You stick it out and work it to the best of your abilities.
Which is exactly what I did.
And before I knew it, I was enjoying myself, chatting with new friends, and having a grand old time – the supposed garishness of my rainbow dress a faded, distant memory.
And despite my fashion faux pas, I STILL love that dress.