spruced by marlene

I think we can call it a fact that men often see women’s fashion a little differently than the woman had intended. I thought a zipped pouch would make for an original evening bag. A friend’s brother asked me why I was taking files to my accountant so late. I thought the white blouse with a big bow was “very Chloé”. My date thought of his great aunt. Every time I wear heels that are higher than an inch, my dad calls them “Liza Minnelli shoes”.

No surprise then, that a male friend I bumped into last week felt prompted to ask this about my new leather jacket: “What’s that look you’re going for? Thin Lizzy?”

Well.

I had more “New York rock chick” in mind. But, heavens, the man is Irish. He could’ve mistaken me for a dock worker from Dublin, I’d still love this jacket. The soft leather, the stitching on the shoulders, the toughness. Let’s see, I might wear it with a pencil skirt today. Surely, Thin Lizzy would never have thought of THAT.

And you? What’s a favourite piece that no man gets? Or, rather: men misunderstand?