It’s that time of year…the time when traditionally I rotate from my spring/summer wardrobe into my fall/winter wardrobe. It occurs to me that this year, my wardrobe is…not really a wardrobe.
I’m not a stay-at-home mom; no carpools or PTA or other parents coming by for playdates. All of those events would be good reasons for me to wear actual clothes. Nope, I’m a stay-at-home writer. I realize that my “wardrobe” consists of flannel pants (OK, OK, pajamas) and big oversized t-shirts. Now that cooler weather is upon us, the only thing I need to add is a hoodie (we used to call them sweat jackets) or fleece, if I’m feeling particularly Aspen. Thick white socks and/or animal slippers complete The Look. I may actually own more animal slippers than the normal adult woman really should. On the other hand, when did I ever say I was normal?
I used to be reasonably pulled together. Nice suits and adorable shoes and whatnot. A black blouse and crisp chinos for those days I embraced “business casual,” which was not often. By 7:00am each day, I was made up and tucked in and ready to face the world. Sure, I was lacking in the silk scarf department, but only because I could never get one of the things tied so it looked like anything other than limp spaghetti.
Now? “Dressed up” is when I put on shoes! But, I figure, this is my new life. It’s all about the creative process, or some crap like that. Then just for a tiny distraction I watch Bethenny while I’m having breakfast, and there are segments on “Keeping your man faithful” and “Rekindling the romance,” neither of which involve animal slippers and hoodies. There’s talk of lingerie, and I’m pretty sure they’re not referring to the flannel variety.
Oh boy. I start feeling less womanly. Was Dan more attracted to me when I dressed up every day and worked from 8:00am to 9:00pm? Hard to say, because I never saw him. He says he’s much happier now that I’m not working like a maniac all the time, but maybe he left out the part where he would appreciate me wearing something other than flannel once in a while. On the other hand, he’s Dan. There could be flames shooting out of my ears and he probably wouldn’t notice, so he definitely doesn’t notice what I’m wearing day to day.
After careful consideration I decided to carefully consider it some more. If I’m wearing oinking pig slippers next time I see you, try not to judge.