Behold the caftan: The antidote to the sheath dress

Good morning, Tuesday. I am so happy to have watched the first night of the DNC last night. Needless to say, many smart people, much to look forward to, and good vibes all around. Plus Obama/Booker 2024 has quite the ring, doesn't it? Outstanding speeches by both of them. Happy they are choosing to move on and as Michelle said, "when they go low, you go high". I completely agree- the high road is the only way, and although we have much work to do on many issues, this is still a pretty wonderful place and we should all sustain hope that we can get through some big challenges with the right woman at the helm. Yup I said it. Still with her. Next.

So I wrote the other day about sheath dresses and how Hillary could surely use a little help, and I couldn't help but wonder as the country points a compass to a more progressive ideal, could Hillary not just own the caftan? Yea, probably not. But indulge me. Incidentally, you can spell caftan with a c and you can spell kaftan with a k. A girl likes options.

But I digress because ze caftan is the perfect and polar opposite to the sausage dress. When rocking a caftan, a woman can eat a decent meal and laze about telling the rest of the world that zero f's are given. And if there is a poster woman for someone who gives zero f's, it's Hillary. I love this little profanity filled spoof of hers on Medium. Amazing.

And if caftans feel less than presidential, mere mortals like tu et moi can rock them too. I was in Steven Alan the other day on the way to pick up Khan because I needed an a/c break. They've got some great looks for Fall (more on that later this week) but what I really fell in love with was this caftan from Black Crane, my go to brand for bohemian minimalism at not so terrible prices. I have two of them from last season and though my husband calls me "Moses" when I wear them, I care not. I rocked one my birthday weekend at the beach, and some lady came up to me and said simply "you look cool". I'll take it. After all, it was a very hot day, and besides looking like you give zero f's in the chicest way possible, you are wearing the equivalent of a built in air conditioner. Divine. 

And today's National Bagel Day soooo. But make no mistake- it's not about hiding your flaws or bagel belly- it's more about being comfortable and free and completely unrestrained.

I really feel like caftans are the perfect piece of clothing for women who want to keep things really chic without making too much of a fuss. Pat Altschul rocks them like nobody's BI on "Southern Charm" as she sips martinis surrounded by dogs, so that's pretty much a life goal right there. You know you want to party with her. So do I. Behold the humble caftan. And as we search for ways to make Hillary look like less than a Teletubbie (please stop with those colors, my lady. Even if you don't give the oft mentioned f) and more like the only choice, I have a dream. And in this dream is a caftan. And the first female president.

Cause that's what's up this light and airy Tuesday in bohemian Brooklyn. Yours, in pumping up the volume. XO