Channeling Coco

Not the warm, gooey, chocolate beverage suitable only for post-winter activity in front of a sparkling fireplace... that's a thought-gasm for another day. Rather, Coco, as in Chanel.

Friday, I got dressed, pulling out a garment that I had my mother make for me... since it was of my own devices, so to speak, the fabric was one I chose that when you live in Ann Arbor , MI (as I did at the time) wasn't unusual but it was unique. My dress on Friday was casual to me: gauchos, a tank and this wrap shirt over it. To others in the office, it was dressed up... by 2, I was a little tired of the compliments--as ungrateful as that may sound, because you have to wonder at some point--just how bad do I look the rest of the time?

After giving it a weekend of thought, and receiving a fair amount of out-of-the-ordinary attention yesterday I realized that it was not my dress--though "colorful" both days (yes, I an offending the Pennsylvania psyche with my bold use of color)--rather, it was my need to channel Coco Chanel. Friday morning as I applied my seafoam green eyeliner, I wanted inspiration and a thought occurred to me quickly... Chanel!!

The first Chanel I ever bought was in Chicago with J. We were on a quest for something--moisturizer, if I am not mistaken--and as J was toying with various options presented her I was drawn to the array of colors boldly emanating from the Chanel counter. The details of what happened next are foggy, but I somehow decided to try a lipstick... Coco Red. Why? Because I'd never tried a real red lipstick before... and if you are going to try red lipstick, Coco Red is the only way to go. I was skeptical, but J told me I had to because it was fabulous, and she was right. It was fabulous, and every time I wear it, I get a LOT of attention.

While I now have other shades and Chanel accents, Coco Red is my go to. It's a powerful tool and a flaming attention-getter... the latter I always am surprised by, even though I know I should not be.