Where is the line?
I love clothes. Anyone who knows me is very aware of this fact. I would spend my very last dime on clothing. When faced with the choice of clothes or food, my little Jiminy Cricket whispers in my ear; Sandi, its a proven fact that a human can survive for at least 10 days without food, but this sale on cargo pants ends Saturday. The choice is obvious. I love colors and fabrics and buttons and zippers. Pop culture fashion both facinates and repels me (think legwarnmers) My daughter calls me Bo-ho which apparently means I dabble in everything. This is true. One day I'll wear a linen skirt, silk blouse and sling back heels to work and the next day, its faded jeans, chuck taylors and a worn t-shirt. Luckily, I'm afforded the option of dressing how I please at work. My clothing calaboration is always a percise match to my mood. Being moody and tempermental, it only makes sense that I'd have such a wide array of choices. I went to visit mom yesterday. We had planned on shopping so I dressed accordingly. When I walked in, she gave me the once over and laughed. She asked me why I was wearing such ugly shoes - zoom in the paprika colored Coonverse- and then she dropped the bomb. Well, she says ...If I'm 60 dressing 40, I suppose it's okay that you're 35 dressing 20.
Blinks.
I dress 20? I wasn't aware that there were age restrictions on cargo's and converse. My initial reaction was defensive. I dress how I please mom. I dress in what makes me feel comfortable. I like leggings and sweats and jeans and cargos and cute t-shirts and hoodies and converse and Harley boots. When I turned 35 was I supposed to trade these in for polyester pant suits and Dr Scholls shoes? Jeans with elastic waists and cross your heart 18 hour bras?
Oh God, just shoot me now.
and here lies the problem.
I want to dress the way I want. I want to feel comfortable and stylish. I want my clothing to reflect who I am.
What I don't want is to become one of 'those' people. You all know who 'those' people are. Just open up a supermarket trash mag and the pages are full of 'those' people. They are middle aged folk, desperately grasping to their youth by way of short skirts, braided pig tails and Hello Kitty Flip Flops. You feel bad for them.
You want to wrap them up in a Sears Sweater Coat and tell them its okay to cover your knees now. They dress ridiculously young for their age and you feel embarrassed for them.
Where is that line and how do I ensure I don't cross it?
Do I really have to grow up Mom? So soooooooon?
Blinks.
I dress 20? I wasn't aware that there were age restrictions on cargo's and converse. My initial reaction was defensive. I dress how I please mom. I dress in what makes me feel comfortable. I like leggings and sweats and jeans and cargos and cute t-shirts and hoodies and converse and Harley boots. When I turned 35 was I supposed to trade these in for polyester pant suits and Dr Scholls shoes? Jeans with elastic waists and cross your heart 18 hour bras?
Oh God, just shoot me now.
and here lies the problem.
I want to dress the way I want. I want to feel comfortable and stylish. I want my clothing to reflect who I am.
What I don't want is to become one of 'those' people. You all know who 'those' people are. Just open up a supermarket trash mag and the pages are full of 'those' people. They are middle aged folk, desperately grasping to their youth by way of short skirts, braided pig tails and Hello Kitty Flip Flops. You feel bad for them.
You want to wrap them up in a Sears Sweater Coat and tell them its okay to cover your knees now. They dress ridiculously young for their age and you feel embarrassed for them.
Where is that line and how do I ensure I don't cross it?
Do I really have to grow up Mom? So soooooooon?
posted by Sandi at 9:44 AM
0 Comments:
Post a Comment
<< Home