Their eyes.

THE SHOES …. Ms. Liz is right … look at the heels of the shoes …. you can tell allot about a person by the heals of their shoes. The eyes … yeah, you can look someone in the eye easy enough … be warned the eyes or double dangerous …. why are the eyes double dangerous? Eyes are dangerous because a person really can see the soul and they can also see themselves … god forbid we look anyone in the eye …. sounds like a risk to me.

I notice whether their clothes are clean. Someone who is working (my Dad’s a rancher so I understand a dirty job) should have “new dirt” - they shouldn’t be wearing jeans that would stand up in the corner by themselves. I also notice if their clothes are appropriate for the occasion, but that sometimes seems like a generational thing. I couldn’t wear flip flops to a funeral or to church, but I’ve seen lots of younger ladies wearing them.

No longer living in New York … or another large city . . . I have gotten to the stage where what attracts me is the person themselves much more than if they are wearing the latest in clothes and shoes. I am attracted to those who stand and walk with a confidence that shows him their smile, their look and their bearing. I myself am comfortable “in my skin”, walk with head high, and the funny thing is that men rush ahead to open a building door for me as I also walk fast. I must be doing something right, I think. I admire someone beautifully put together — the kind that we automatically say WOW … or WOWOWOW — and love to look at hair that is gorgeous, but face it, that is stage dressing. What is lasting in a person is what lies within . . so I will forgo the latest look for the warmest person anyday.

If they’re neat and clean. Also, as a woman “of a certain age,” I tend to notice other older woman and if they’re dressed appropriately. I can’t understand why women of any age who have oversized posteriors will run around in tight shorts. I saw one yesterday at the supermarket, and it was gross!

First, the hair. My pet peeve is seeing men and women with styles that do nothing for them. For clothing— Men and women with muffins should not wear belts or tight clothing. I look for the total picture. I wish I could wear heels again, but can’t. I enjoy seeing people that are “put together” from head to toe no matter their size or gender.

I don’t pay much attention to how people are dressed as long as they are dressed––I’m alluding to certain young women who traipse around with barely nothing on. I’m much more into faces. However, the Italian Diva that is living with my oldest son is the exception, not only in my noticing what she is wearing, but an exception period! She is from Rome and dresses elegantly with large brimmed hats no matter where she goes. She wonders why people in the super market stop and stare. She goes into New York every two weeks and even there people stop and ask her if they can take her picture––”Are you someone famous?” they ask. Here’s what I jotted down the first time we met: R: there she was just as I had imagined. A big boned woman dressed in an outfit straight out of central casting. Very flamboyant ––long curly blond hair–wig-like–a beret–large chunky silver earrings that kept falling off––four times to my count–a skin tight pink top above a skin tight long Ivory skirt–ivory stockings, delicate open strap shoes whose toes were so pointed I couldn’t imagine feet fitting into them. Draped over all this was a fur sleeved cape of silver blue (shoes same hue, also purse) and ivory kid gloves–necklace–bracelet–rings. Her face somewhat chiseled–a hint of pretty passion–eyes that dance–––mouth painted deep crimson. A warm woman–I liked her–very affectionate with P. who appeared somewhat overwhelmed as though a little out of his depth–called her “dear” with an edge to it. she never asked questions about J. or me––and I wondered wether this was indicative of her character. She drank a whole bottle of tonic with ice and lemon–never asked to use the bathroom before they left for the concert; at least we know she has a strong bladder.

It’s all about the shoes!!! I am shoes junkie, although not to the degree of my sister (she has over 300 pairs of shoes to her husband’s dismay). Shoes tell everything about you—if you don’t care for your shoes and take care of them, then you don’t care about yourself!

hair…h.a.i.r…..HAIR!!! hair???? hair……………

I don’t notice specifics first. I notice what the overall effect says about the person first. Like… are they trying to hard to impress… are they a label snob? Are they trying to hard to say “I don’t care” or do they really truely not care. Are they artistic? Are they traditional? Are they alternative? Are they vegan? LOL. I mean come one… how easy is it most of the time to pick out someone who is seriously vegan? How someone is dressed gives me an immediate first impression. Not always correct I’m sure. but often. I love clothes. They’re the only thing i think of myself as “collecting”. But i’m not a label nor a trend person. I’ve bought pieces at Ross that people have stopped me on the street to comment on. And I’ve bought things in boutiques on South Beach for way to much money.. that people love and comment on. My absolute favorite jacket is from a street fair in Portland and hand made by a teenager. I think Louis Vuitton is butt ass ugly and the first thing I think when I see one of those puke brown handbags or someone coming off the plane with a load of LV luggae is “trying to hard”. My current pet peeve is all the splash their logo all over everything designer stuff. Especially handbags! I think their ugly.