I've found my Olympic sport. From a style perspective, of course.
Skiing has 3 outfits for the whole lot. (I never understood why there can't be more variation.)
Anything on a sled is the same way.
Summer Olympics - well, that's a whole 'nother story.
And then there's the Sequins on Ice. Our Project Runway pals were forced to do a skating ensemble for Sasha Cohen. Forget it. Boring. They all looked the same. They all do. Sequins and a skirt. That's it. Blah.
The real fashion is in curling!
This morning (as we were slowly getting ready and solving shoe/sweater matching dilemmas), F blurts out:
"That Russian girl is really hot." Uh huh.
So, of course, I have to check her out. She was. But more importantly, she had attitude. Her hair was a cute razory bob (Euro-bleach blonde aside), and her "uniform" was a cute little winter jacket. Boxy cut, hit at her hips, white with red trim (OK, being Russian, I suppose that's a little predictable), and a flipped collar. Black slacks. She wasn't alone, either. The American women (whom they were curling against) all looked great, too. Maybe it was the athletic confidence they all seem to have. Or maybe the fact that they could wear a little eyeliner and blow out their hair without fear of having wind and ice ruin it. They looked good.
"I've found my sport!" I'm gonna curl. If I can look that good while playing a sport, then that's for me.