I met a friend for lunch yesterday at the highest end shopping mall in our city. It’s a mall that has a huge Neiman Marcus as one of its anchor stores. All of the major designers have stores in the mall. And I was dressed up compared to most of the other shoppers. I was wearing jeans and a sweater. I’m all for comfort, but I’ve also always thought that dressing yourself is an art. It’s an expression of who you are and your gratitude for the body that gets you around to the different experiences of your life. Athleisure wear is not a 24 hour uniform. It’s boring when everyone looks the same.
Okay, I’m sorry. Rant over. I’m working hard at not becoming a curmudgeon in my older years. Sometimes that inner curmudgeon of mine is harder to stifle than others. But when my Curmudgeon does come out, she always makes a point of at least wearing some lipstick and cute earrings and an interesting pair of shoes.
Are you passing on love or are you passing on pain? Heal your pain and pass on love.
I have to join you in this rant. I find it astonishing that people are so comfortable going out in public in their pajamas! I’ll never forget when my son was in high school, and I dropped him off one morning. Every kid – I mean EVERY kid – that walked past our car was wearing pajama bottoms and/or slippers. I expressed my disappointment that once again my son had chosen to opt out of something fun, i.e., Pajama Day. He looked at me like I was bonkers and said, “It’s not Pajama Day. That’s just their regular clothes!”
That is actually hilarious, Kelly. (and sad)