“I was going to change my clothes, but I changed my mind instead.”

Today is simply beautiful, sunny and cool with a strong breeze. The nights will be delightful for sleeping: cool, even cold. Tomorrow night could be down in the 50’s. Gracie has been out all morning, and I will join her as soon as I can!

When I was a kid, I didn’t mind being dirty and sweaty. Both of those were from having a great time. My socks often slipped down in my sneaker, and I didn’t even care when I walked on the lump of a sock. I’d eventually pull up that sock, but in a short time, it would slip again. That was the way it was. I took a bath once a week, that Saturday ritual we all had. For dinner, our vegetables, except for potatoes and carrots, came from cans. I don’t remember fresh vegetables, maybe because my mother knew we would probably not eat them. She had enough trouble getting us to like carrots without pushing even more. In the summer, we’d play all day then go to bed exhausted. A bath wasn’t ever part of the nightly ritual, even in summer. I guess jumping into the sprinkler or going to the pool kept us clean enough.

We girls wore blouses, never t-shirts. Some of my blouses were sleeveless, and they were the coolest for summer, coolest in the sense of the word, the opposite of hot. We wore shorts and sometimes clam-diggers. I know why the pants were called clam-diggers, but I had never dug a clam in my life so in a way it was an odd name. We also wore dungarees, but girls’ and boys’ dungarees were different. Ours had zippers, usually in the side pocket. When I was really young, mine had elastic at the waist. Girls could wear sandals. Boys never did, too risky and too open to name-calling. My sisters wore white sandals with buckles. When I got a little older, I stopped wearing sandals and wore white sneakers instead. The sneakers usually had pointed toes, and when I was in high school, I used to polish them to keep them white. Dresses and skirts were still necessary wardrobe components.

The last time I wore a dress was Easter. My friends and I go out to a fancy restaurant every year so we get dressed up. Tony wears a suit and tie and Clare and I wear dresses. Many of the people at the restaurant are also clad in Easter finery. The few who aren’t stand out a bit. I always feel a bit outlandishly proper when I’m in a dress. It happens so seldom.

My uniform of the day almost always includes a t-shirt. At night, for a play, I do wear a regular shirt and nice pants, but not dressy pants. I don’t even own a blouse anymore. I do happen to have a pair of clam-diggers, but they are meant to be worn around the house or to the dump which doesn’t have a dress code.

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12 Comments on ““I was going to change my clothes, but I changed my mind instead.””

  1. olof1 Says:

    I always wore tshirts and shorst during summer and sandals of course. My toes were always bloody since I always hit them on the ground 🙂 Even when they were a bit big I still managed to make my toes bloody 🙂

    I do remember that I had one shirt when I was around six years old. It was sort of off white with blue roseson it. I also remember how much I liked it. I broke my arm that summer and forn a reason I don’t know my mother thought it would be a good idea to bring that when I was going home from hospital (broke my arm is really not the right word, I tore up everything inside it so I had to stay over night after six hours of surgery 🙂 ) They had to tear up the right arm because the plaster was too big to fit through the sleeve. A tshirt would have been so much smarter to be honest.

    We’re having really nice and warm weather here again 🙂 Nights are chilly though and we’ve had fog every morning. I like that as long as it’s possible to see where I’m driving 🙂

    Have a great day!

    • katry Says:

      Most guys when I were young didn’t wear shorts.. It was just not a guy thing back then. My brother always wore dungarees despite the heat. He wore jerseys instead of regular shirts. That was what all the boys wore.

      A t-shirt would have been a far better idea. Six hours is a lot of time for surgery. How did you injure your arm?

      I love fog and morning fog is amazing over the river here. Sometimes you can’t see the water to the right or the left of the bridge.

      Have a wonderful evening!

      • olof1 Says:

        We used to compete over how long we could jump from a swing when I was a kid and short and heavy as I was I never won. There were small areas with grass where parents and kids could sit during the day and have a sort of picnick and they had low fences made from iron around them.

        This time I sort of got it right and the jump from the swing was both high and long 🙂 I saw how the fence came closer and closer towards my head and placed my arm in front of me and it took the entire hit. everything was broken after that 🙂 🙂 🙂

        Even the artery was torn and since I only got a tiny hole in the skin the arm looked like a ballon after a while 🙂 🙂 It was when that happened we realized I was ambidexter, I just switched to my left arm and had no problems even writing with it 🙂


      • katry Says:

        That is just awful. First of all who was dumb enough to put fences near where kids swing. Jumping off a swing and seeing who can jump from the highest is a time honored kids’ tradition. That fence was an accident waiting to happen, and it did. That injury sounds just awful. I can’t believe you didn’t bleed to death hitting an artery. No wonder it took so long to put you back together.

  2. Caryn Says:

    Hi Kat,
    This whole post made me laugh. Our childhoods were so similar from canned veg to socks that slipped down into my Mary Janes. For some reason, when I wore the same socks with my red Keds they didn’t slip down.
    I didn’t have clam diggers. I may have called them pedal pushers in stead.
    My dungarees had flannel linings. Red plaid flannel no less. I only wore dungarees in the cooler months. One day I fell into the icy brook and got completely soaked. When I got home my mother made me take a hot bath. Afterwards I put on a sweater and my flannel-lined dungarees. There is no describing how warm and comfortable I felt at that moment.
    Standard dress for me now is t-shirt and jeans or t-shirt and shorts. I can’t remember the last time I wore a dress. 2007? It was Washington DC and it was work but that’s all I remember.

    It’s been cloudy here but not cool.

    Enjoy the evening.

    • katry Says:

      Hi Caryn,
      I don’t know why I’d keep wearing those socks. When I have some like that now, they get tossed. I am far less tolerant of sock lumps in my shoes.

      I don’t remember the last time I ate canned vegetables. Nothing is tastier than the fresh ones. I bought some at the farm stand yesterday.

      Yup, pedal pushers are the same, and if you want to get really fancy or Mary Tyler Mooreish, you can call them Capri pants.

      I too had some dungarees with flannel linings. I even think mine were also red. I too remember how warm they were.

      My standard dress is a t-shirt and pants. Before Easter, the last time I wore a dress was in Ghana in 2011 when I went to the swearing-in ceremony. All the women wore dresses, most from Ghanaian cloth, but I hadn’t been there long enough to get one made yet. Now I have two!

  3. im6 Says:

    Off topic, but…. I just watched the trailer for the new Coen Brothers film, “Inside Llewan Davis,” which opens December 20. Looks like KTCC may have its official Movie Of The Year. (It’s already won Grand Prize of the Jury at the 2013 Cannes Film Festival). He’s a link to the red band trailer (PG13 version):

    • im6 Says:

      I recommend reading the section, “Historical Context,” for a bit of, well, historical context!

      • katry Says:

        That article was fascinating. I knew Van Ronk had been called the Mayor of McDougall Street because his apartment was the center for all these young singers in the 50’s.

        I hadn’t stopped to think about the line between the 50’s folksingers and the 60’s. I have several songs in my file by Clayton and his contemporaries. After I got hooked on folk music, I went and listened to as many as I could find. There weren’t so many back then so I ran into the older ones like Van Ronk.

    • katry Says:

      Off-topic is always just fine!

      I’m with you in nominating that as KTCC Movie of the Year. The two trailers made me want to see the movie.

    • Birgit Says:

      I definitely must see this movie, looks like it opens Dec 5 over here. The Coen Brothers can’t do wrong. Thanks for the links, im6! I’m just listening to my Kossoy Sisters reissue CD after reading the historical context. The concert also looks great, too bad I don’t live in NYC.

      • katry Says:

        I also dug out some music I haven’t listened to in a while. That article got me to remember those singers from the start of it all.

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