What on earth has happened to me? There was a time, not so long ago, when I looked really nice every single day. I wore pretty clothes. I put on make up every single day. I took great pains to make sure that my shoes complimented my outfit. I put actual thought into my jewelry selection each morning. I had an actual hair-do. sigh.
Now I slap on whatever is comfortable with little to no jewelry at all. I rarely wear any make up and when I do it's Very Basic. My shoes are sensible and my hair is more of a don't than a do. I mean really, look at this picture. I'm 68 years old and I'm wearing my hair in pigtails! Who does that? Apparently I do.
Worse? I was out in public like this and what's more, I didn't give a rats patootie either. Which is a big change for me. I used to care. I used to care a lot. Particularly if I was going to be somewhere in the world. I was very cognizant of seeing and being seen and the implications therein. Now, I don't seem to care.
Other people care. I see them every day. It 's nice that they care. Perhaps because we live in a tourist destination, I see a lot of folks looking super nice. They, clearly, dressed up in their new vacation clothes! I love that they made the effort. It always makes me feel a little shabby by comparison, but not enough for me to do anything about it.
Here's another example:
Not so bad. Is that what you are thinking? Hah! Yes, there I am wearing a cute little summer dress. Sometimes when it's really hot and humid out a dress is cooler, somehow, than shorts and a top. It's a loose flowy dress and yes, I am wearing a little sweater with it because no matter how hot and humid it is outside, the air conditioning inside makes me cold. So there.
The point being, yes I'm wearing a cute little dress, what's wrong with that? Here's what's gone awry. Check out the feets:
Big old clompy, heavy black sneakers! What on earth? The old Sam would never have been caught dead wearing chunky old tennis shoes with a cute dress. I would be wearing strappy little sandals in a colour that complimented the outfit. Or at worst, adorable little flat shoes. But nope, I wore these. Didn't give it a second thought either. I knew I would be walking and quite honestly, if I don't wear proper shoes for walking, my feet hurt.
If I was just say, doing the grocery shopping or getting things done around the house, then it wouldn't matter. I could wear the coordinating and fashionable sandals. (if I had some) But if I am doing some real walking, nope. I am wearing good, comfortable, arch supporting shoes. Which are almost never cute, damn it.
Comfort trumps style anymore. Which I think means that I am, once again, officially old now. These little reminders of my age keep popping up. It would have been unfathomable to me a few years ago to give so little thought to how I look. And yet, just a few short years later, here we are. Comfort is Queen in my life now. And you know what? I am OK with that.
I fallen completely off the style wagon. However, I am managing to still be clean, my clothes are ironed and appropriate (mostly) to the occasion. I have not lapsed into black socks with sandals or a striped shirt with flowered shorts of wildly different colours. At least not yet.
For better or for worse, we all change throughout our lives. This particular change for me means I have relaxed a bit. Maybe a bit too much! But it is what it is, and I am who I am. And apparently, who I am now, is someone for whom comfort is key. I am okay with that.
Yup, this is me. Some people said, "Sam, you should write a Blog". "Well, there's a thought", I thought to myself. And so here it is.