Death to ruffles

Ra Ra skirts, frilly blouses ... no it is not an Aloha but officewear. I am as happy with a few ruffles as ketchup on my burger (no, you cannot kill me for it) but to be decked top to toe looking like Tinkerbell on a bad day is a definite noooo. Anna Wintour, frozen face doyenne of the fashion world ... apparently designers quake in their crocodile trainers when she casts an inquiring glance. But, what does she herself wear ... good ole Chanel. Perhaps that should offer some insight for women who deign it necessary to wear ruffled mid-thigh skirts to work that, too, in a kind of checkered, Domino board morphing into mad tweed fabric. And accompanying that with a sibilant tone meant to reek of the Hamptons, well, darrling I can almost see the claw marks on the wall. Moral of this little rant, please spare us the ruffles!