It was a lazy weekend. Not much going on. The weather has been cool and unpredictable with the sun shining one minute and the clouds making you chilly the next so I enjoyed the great indoors.
It was a good time to start the clothing change out. Warmer, but not the warmest, clothing moving front on the racks and those flimsy tees moving to the back. (No, they really aren’t all that flimsy. I got rid of the real flimsy ones decades ago — about the same time my boobs started pointing south although the left one has some westward ho to it.)
Then it was time for the shoes. It’s just so sad to pack up the summer sandals. (Sometimes this part requires a glass of something strong to get started. Sometimes I pray to the shoe gods for guidance but only after the strong drink.)
There are two new pair of summer shoes that I haven’t worn much. Truth be told, they aren’t comfortable. I hate that. They are pretty and stylish (one is purple) but that doesn’t it cut it for me anymore.
What happened to my sense of style? It’s taken on a new partner called comfort who is definitely the stronger willed of the two. There have been huge fights especially over what to wear for special events.
Comfort: “Wear something comfortable so you can concentrate on enjoying people.”
Style: “But you’re going to look like a dork in those shoes. They age you about 20 years. They look like you stole them from the nursing home.”
Comfort: “Fine, but don’t blame me if the beloved husband has to carry you to the car because you can’t walk. Remember this is how you got your bunion.”
I will winter them over and decide next year. If I don’t wear them, out they go. Someone out there will love them. (They will be at a Thrift Store in size 6-1/2 if anyone is interested.)
For me it’s easier to get rid of clothes than shoes. I get these attachments to shoes – abnormal, insane attachments.
- But that’s my favorite color.
- They looked so cute on someone else.
- Maybe if I try them one more time all will be well. (Expecting my feet to change shape overnight is the definition of insanity!)
For the past few years I gravitate to the same comfortable shoe styles. I am delighted when I find a pair that is pretty and comfortable. In fact I am so delighted I buy it in different colors only to tire of the style faster. (Am I the only idiot who does that?)
I cull my clothes regularly. My washer-dryer does wonky things to my clothes that are totally unexplainable. One minute it fits, the next minute it’s on the donate pile. Crotch creep – out it goes. Belly crunch – toss! Wrinkle up – nada. If I don’t feel good in it, someone else will. Out, out, out.
In another few weeks I will be wearing more flannel (colorful of course), socks (some with cats on them) with my shoes and jackets. I intend to enjoy the last of the warm weather with the wildest colors until I am too cold to care.