“I always find beauty in things that are odd and imperfect, they are much more interesting.”
I think I’m losing it. Henry has a tiny tick size lump on him. I keep trying to remove it, and he keeps trying to get away. Yesterday, I grabbed his collar in desperation and he yanked his head right out of it. Henry avoided me for hours so last night I didn’t try to put his collar on so he could settle down a bit. I put the collar down, and that’s when the mystery begins. I have no idea where that collar is. I have checked every room over and over, and I’ll check again today. I need to solve the case of the missing collar.
Today is another drab, cold day. It is winter personified. The only chores on my list are to water the plants and do the laundry already sitting in the washing machine, but given the history of laundry and me, I’m expecting that laundry to sit for days, for it to be forgotten because no bag is leaning on the cellar door to remind me and make me feel a bit guilty. Okay, I admit it takes days of guilt building to a crescendo before I drag myself downstairs to the washing machine. I have no idea why I put off the laundry.
I am not a fashion icon, never have been and never espoused to be one. I judge clothes by their comfort, not their looks. I hate having to get dressed up for anything. When I lived in Ghana, women had to wear dresses. I brought some with me, but mostly I had dresses made by the seamstress using Ghanaian cloth. When I first started teaching, women wore dresses or skirts and blouses then accepted fashion changed to allow pant suits then just pants. I was thrilled but then I became an administrator. I was back to wearing dresses.
I seldom wear a dress. It was Easter when I last wore one. We went out to dinner to a restaurant I think demands fancy by its very nature. To me, wearing a dress on Easter is a fashion hold over from when I was growing up. New Easter clothes back then were always a bit fancy and always dressy.
In my closet are two dresses. The rest of the closet is filled with pants, shirts or blouses and sweaters. For me now, black pants and a coordinating top are dressy enough for just about every occasion except Easter.
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January 10, 2019 at 3:17 pm
A smart dog 🙂
Maybe a collar tree will start to grow in your garden in spring?
January 10, 2019 at 5:55 pm
Birgit,
I thought I had bought it upstairs where Henry wouldn’t expect it. I can’t find it. I checked under the bed in case it fell through. It didn’t. I swear it grew legs and escaped. It had Henry’s phone and address attached. Now I’m thinking to order that again and buy another collar. I cannot find that collar!
January 10, 2019 at 10:59 pm
Hi Kat,
The movement towards casual dress is an indication that society is becoming less interested in conformity. The traditional dark men’s suit, white dress shirt and tie are slowly being replaced by business casual attire. Even my militaristic company went for a more casual look several years ago. We got rid of the navy blazers and ties and wear an open collar blue button down shirt Monday through Thursday and a golf shirt on Fridays and weekends.
You will find the collar the day after you buy a new one. 🙂
Cloudy and cooler today with a high in the mid 50s. Tomorrow the rain will revisit us.
January 11, 2019 at 12:01 pm
Bob,
You’re right about the collar. My friend said the same thing about finding it. I have already ordered a new one and a new ID tag. The new one is blue which matches his halter which is hanging off the doorknob. It isn’t on him as he has already chewed two of them. Good thing as they have a lifetime guarantee.
I have always dressed casually when not working. Looking t what was worn y teachers in school charts the change in dress. When I first started working, women wore dresses while men wore suits and ties. by the time I left, women wore whatever, mostly pants, while men wore casual shirts. I always wore a dress as an administrator as I thought it appropriate. My male counterparts continued to wear a shirts with a tie.