I’ve spent almost my entire life living smack dab in the middle of fly-over territory. That’s right, when the first in-flight movie ends as you’re travelling between NYC and LA, look down and wave. I’ll feel the love.
I’m not even in a capital city. I’m in the second largest metropolitan area of Indiana. That’s like finishing second place on The Fashion Show. Sorry Bravo, no one is paying attention. Our biggest tourist attraction is our children’s zoo. I can built my house on 15 acres of land and still live 15 minutes from downtown. You’re getting the picture here, right? We’re small. We’re a little, happy, polite Midwestern town.
So in my nice little town, I’m sure you can imagine that fashion have the influence that it does in bigger cities. This morning, the woman next to me at Starbucks was wearing Vans-inspired platform tennis shoes. She wasn’t being ironic. They had some serious wear and tear, leading me to believe that this was her everyday choice of footwear. The popular shoe choice in Fort Wayne, Indiana? Crocs or imitation-Uggs. Very few people here will spend over $100 on shoes, no matter how comfy they are.
My shoe choices have become something of a novelty for my friends and family. It’s not like I have a closet full of Louboutins here. Simply the idea of wearing heels on a regular basis is mind-blowing enough. Add to that fact that I own maroon t-straps and cobalt blue pumps, why I might just be the Carrie Bradshaw on my town. Yes, they still mean that as a compliment.
And then we come to pants. Oh Heavens. Let me tell you that the Midwest is strictly bootcut territory. Don’t give them your high-waisted or skinny-legged nonsense. The only variation on fit-and-flare jeans are fit-and-flair capris. Sorry Ash, your drop-crotch pants just have no place here. After all, this is God’s country. No one wears anything with the world “crotch” in the title, no matter how much you try to desensitize them.
Then there’s me and my skinny jeans. I’m not talking ultra-tight skinnies. I’m not talking jeggings. It’s plain old skinny jeans, and even worse… I tuck them into flat boots and throw on an oversized cardigan. Now this might sound like the uniform for most young women in the city, but in a small town, it’s positively trendy. And you know what, I love it!
I love there are such low expectations for decent fashion around here. No, there’s not much inspiration to be had from watching my fellow Hoosiers. But that’s what the internet is for! I sincerely appreciate that by picking up on a trend as ridiculously simple as skinny jeans (and one that’s been around for about 5 years now), I’ve managed to make myself look stylish.
New York Fashion Week is just starting. No, I won’t be hanging around outside the tents hoping to look awesome enough to be let inside. I might flip through the slideshows of designers I enjoy. But simply by knowing that Fashion Week exists and is happening, I’m a step above my fellow Midwestern citizens when it comes to the glamorous life of the fashion world. And to be honest, it’s kinda fun.