I've been going through my wardrobe lately, culling clothes that are ugly, don't fit, don't make me feel great, and are in disrepair. I thought I might improve my image - you know, polish up a bit and become a role model for my daughter.
My plan included a very French approach to clothes purchasing. I wanted a few good well fitting pieces in basic colors so I could mix, match, and accessorize to change looks. This is part of my we don't need so much stuff, yet, love your stuff mentality. I have been looking for the perfect clothes for a month or so, but haven't found exactly what I want - comfort and adaptability and a polished look.
I went to this old country store to get cheap, yet stylish shoes for Princess on Friday. This place is an amazing piece of local culture and deserves a blog entry of its own so I won't give all the details. Anyway, in addition to having great shoes they have clothes - nice clothes and farm type clothes. As soon as I entered the clothes section, I saw a rack with casual clothes - khaki work pants, flannel jackets, and fleece vests - in beautiful Fall colors. They looked like me - the real me, the comfortable me. I passed the rack after longingly touching every piece and started looking at the dressier more socially thoughtful clothes. I scrutinized piece after piece. The children got bored. I bought Pink Panther's jeans and Princess's shoes. I scrutinized more. I kept thinking, where will I wear this? Is this fashionable? Will this fit the plan? But what I thought the most was I really want that nice flannel jacket and those heavy khaki pants.
So, I left all the nicer, "fit my plan" clothes on the rack and picked the comforting "fit my life" clothes in those nice fall colors. No, I can't wear a flannel/fleece jacket and khaki pants to all the places I need to go, but I just had to have something I wanted. Now, I still need those black pants and jacket. I will have to call my sisters who know how to shop and seek help. Though, I imagine they are tired of this hopeless cause.