“I put on clothes to reminisce.”
What a lovely day it is. We have light, fluffy clouds, but they don’t hide the sun. The trees have tiny bright green leaves. Spring is in full force. We will reach the very low 60’s. It is another day to be out and about.
When I was a kid, one of the best parts of spring was shedding outside clothes. Gone were the layers. I wore my spring jacket. On sunny, soft mornings, I sometimes even skipped on my way to school. The coming of spring lifted the heaviness of winter.
My clothes when I was a kid were divided into school clothes, church clothes and play clothes. The school clothes were always a uniform. The church clothes were a dress or a skirt and a blouse. The play clothes were pants, usually jeans and a blouse. My play clothes were always my favorites. I loved comfort.
I didn’t realize it at the time, but my play clothes were a uniform of sorts as we all wore about the same looking clothes. My jeans were girl jeans. They had a side zipper and a fake looking zipper spot in the front. The denim was softer than boy jeans. Sometimes my jeans had an expandable waist. I usually wore a blouse with my jeans, short sleeves in the summer and long sleeves in the winter. The only variation was the color of my blouse. My sneakers were Keds. They started out white.
When I worked, I wore a dress every day. That started in Ghana where women always wore a dress. I didn’t really mind as a dress was far cooler, temperature cooler, than pants. I wore dresses I had made from Ghanaian cloth. I wore sandals. At night, I wore a really ugly sort of dress-robe from the outside shower to the back door of my house. I wore minimal clothes to bed.
When I got back home from Ghana, I still had to wear a dress when I taught. I also wore nylons. I hated them. After work, I’d change from my school clothes to my play clothes as that’s what I still called them.
Since retirement, I almost always wear my play clothes. I love comfort.
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