RIP What Not to Wear

Last night, I watched the finale episode of What Not to Wear via my DVR with tears streaming down my face.

It hit me hard that I’ll never get a chance to see the interaction between Stacy and Clinton again. Their partnership should go down in history as one of the best couplings ever by two people who are not actually a couple.

Although I haven’t always liked the public humiliation that is part of the concept of WNTW, for the most part, the “contributors” (victims) are happy that they were part of this ten-year phenomenon. And I have learned a lot from WNTW.

I had breakfast with some friends this morning and brought this up as a possible topic for my blog. It was interesting to hear that I’m not the only one who has learned something from Stacy and Clinton. Here are some examples:

  • Never wear mom jeans — especially those in a light wash. Our closets are full of dark wash jeans that fit our derriere.
  • One’s accessories do not have to match one’s clothing — my friend showed us the beautiful purple and black animal print infinity scarf she was wearing which looked smashing with her teal shirt.
  • Never go out in public in one’s gym clothes — and NEVER in white sneakers.
  • Don’t show both your “girls” and your legs — some mystery is sexier than none.
  • Don’t dress for the body you wish you had; dress for the body you have now.

I could go on and on, but if you’re a What Not to Wear watcher and you are in mourning right now, you understand my pain.

If you’ll excuse me, I have to go put on my completer piece before leaving the house. Love you, Stacy and Clinton.

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8 thoughts on “RIP What Not to Wear

  1. I never watched the show, but I know it was pretty popular. Sorry it has gone away and left you so soon! πŸ™ I’ve always been kind of a clothes horse of sorts. I fell off the wagon the last couple of years or so, but I’ve gotten back on now. My closets are bulging with lots of fun stuff. LOVE the infinity scarves. I wear them with lots of necklaces peeking out from underneath. I’ve gotten much bolder in my old age, too, with mixing colors like your friend with the animal print scarf. I’ve now also let colored fingernail polish into my life. Never thought that would happen! What’s the deal with the white tennis shoes? I have pristine white canvas Keds “sneakers” that I just love in summer. As for the Mom jeans…I have put mine toward the rear of the closet to wear around the house only. I love the new fitted jeans that actually slim me down. I’ve always been afraid of that look, but it really works. And I agree wholeheartedly about dressing for the body you HAVE not the one you want!!! Clothes that are too tight only make a person look bigger, and clothes that are too baggy in an attempt to hide the sins underneath only call more attention. I have a drawer full of Spanx, and I just take it from there and run with it! πŸ™‚ Fun post, Jenny!!!

    • Alycia, I think white Keds are classed as either cool and preppy or perhaps hipster-ish, and are considered okay. My SAS white sneakers are, on the other hand, totally uncool. I also agree about slim jeans; I would never have thought that they would be flattering, but they look good even on my sturdy German girl legs. Glad to see you back!

    • Dawn, I also have black SAS athletic shoes. I’m not sure that even puts me in the running for bad fashion — it’s just granny fashion, and I’m not a grandma yet. Grey and turquoise sneakers sound fabulous to me.

  2. Oh, no! I didn’t know! Yes, haven’t we learned so much from this dynamic duo? I need their constant reminders of not wearing the things I still pull out of the closet in desperation. Thank you for this post, since I’m so clueless about what’s on TV lately. πŸ™‚

  3. Uh oh. I never watched the show and I think I know why: they would chastise me about everything I wear. Mom jeans? πŸ™ Can’t seem to help myself there. White tennis shoes? It’s the only color I like. I hate colored sneakers. Guess I’m doomed.

    Though on my last trip, I didn’t take sneakers at all. I thought they scream ‘I’m American’ and I wanted to blend in, so no comfortable shoes for me. Guess what? I was miserable. And did anyone really care what I looked like? I highly doubt that. I vowed never again.

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