“What a strange power there is in clothing.”

The rain fell for most of the night, but it wasn’t nearly enough to wash away the drought. The sky is still cloudy and the day is dark though the sun is supposed to make an entrance later, hang around for a while and give tomorrow some summer warmth. I’m thinking it may be warm enough for the last movie on the deck night.

When I was a kid, I was not a girly girl. My sisters were. They played with dolls, wore dresses with pouffy slips underneath and loved hats and patent leather shoes. I didn’t. I wore skirts and blouses when I was forced to get dressed-up and had to wear them to school and church. Slacks and sometimes sweaters were my weekends and after school ensembles. I went through the wearing the cardigan backwards fashion craze. I suppose that made me a bit stylish or at least current. I remember stretch slacks with the loops on the bottoms for your feet. They were popular for a while, and I got a pair for Christmas one year. I also got a pink fuzzy sweater the same year. They too were popular. I loved that outfit and wore it until the fuzz disappeared.

I don’t get dressed up much any more. I wear nice pants and blouses or shirts when I go out. If it is somewhere special, I pull out one of my three dresses. Because my entire professional career was spent in dresses or skirts, I figure I’m entitled to wear what I want. I do make sure everything complements each other so I’m never messy or odd, just comfortable.

I think there is magic age where you can mix and match whatever you want. That black and white striped shirt is just fine with the yellow plaid capri pants, the blue ankle socks and the white sneakers with velcro. You just have to be old enough to pull it off.

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8 Comments on ““What a strange power there is in clothing.””

  1. olof1 Says:

    I did care about clothes for a few years when I was in my twenties but thankfully that period died out 🙂 Now I dress comfortable and some may say I look odd in my style 🙂 But I really don’t care, I like comfortable and that’s how I dress 🙂

    Strong winds here and rain most of the day but now it looks like the sun will show itself shortly before it falls down behind the horizon. The fire is burning in the stove but not because it’s cold, the dampness of the day had reached the inside of my cottage and that was just nasty 🙂

    Have a great day!

    • katry Says:

      I figure no one has any right to criticize what I and you wear. Comfort is far more important than fashion. Look at those poor women in high heel shoes. They are destroying their feet.

      The sun is out now, and I have opened both doors. It is turning into a nice day!

      Have a wonderful evening.

      • Hedley Says:

        Excuse me but I like women in high heeled shoes

      • katry Says:

        Pity the women’s feet who wear those high heels. I know how uncomfortable the shoes are.

      • Hedley Says:

        Nope, simply black dress, nice pair of heels, it isn’t asking too much..oh and do the ironing while you are at it

      • katry Says:

        Simple black dress I can go with as the right adornments will make it perfect for any evening, including a soiree. I have black dress shoes but tiny heels because it took my toes ages to get back to their original configuration after years of heels.

        Anything needing ironing goes to the dry cleaner to be ironed!

  2. Caryn Says:

    Hi Kat,
    Once when I was about 5 years old I demanded that my mother let me wear a dress out to play. All the little girls in books and on TV always wore dresses whatever they were doing so I wanted to as well. She put me in the dress and even put my hair in a pony tail and out I went. My friend Jack took one look at me and laughed. But I persisted for about 15 minutes before admitting to myself that it was impossible to play freely in a dress. I went inside and changed. My mother made no comment. She was not ahead of her time as far as gender roles but she was a practical woman who knew that experience was often the best teacher. 🙂

    As a child I wasn’t much into dresses. They were lined with scratchy nylon to help the sleeves and skirt pouf better. It gave me a rash.
    I did have, and continue to have, a fondness for shoes, hats and pocketbooks. Choosing those was the best part of shopping for an Easter outfit. I could happily have done with just the shoes, hat and pocket book and replaced the dress with jeans and a shirt. In fact, I think I went for an early morning stroll with my brother one Easter morning when I was 6 and he was 4. I wore my Easter hat, my nightgown and my slippers. He was in his pj’s. I have no idea where we were going. Just walking. The neighbor saw us and yelled at us to go home or she’d tell our mother.

    It’s sunny and warm here. Very un Fall-like. I have to water the outside flowers because it’s been so dry.

    Enjoy the day.

    • katry Says:

      Hi Caryn,
      I would have laughed too-sorry. I think a dress inhibited how you played. Your mother was right that experience was the best teacher here.

      I just didn’t like the pouffy ones. You are so right about them bing scratchy. Those petticoats were itchy along the bottom and sides.

      I would have loved to have seen you and your brother in your own Easter parade. You must have looked great with your hat and pajamas.

      I collect hats.

      Today turned out lovely, sunny and warm. It’s a bit chilly tonight but not cold.

      Have a great evening!

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