|this is an unedited look at my camera skillz,|
because today's post is only related to this dress through the marriage of twice-removed cousins.
let's be honest, you are not reading this because I have the most amazing wardrobe you've ever seen.
I am beyond okay with that. My goal while getting dressed is never to leave others in awe, but to present myself as best I can to myself and others in hope of inspiring other gifts within ourselves that could perhaps not be reached in a state of mind unable or unwilling to at least put on a clean dress and toss on some pearls for good measure.
Shopping is difficult- getting dressed, doubly so.
I spend way too much time getting dressed. I have ever since I can remember.
Half of the time my room is a fire hazard because clean clothes are strewn everywhere...
they don't stay on the hangers because they just don't work.There are always challenges to getting dressed and going out in the world. The challenges are slightly increased through blogging, where an informal accountability is built in that one will not just "give up" and wear what everyone else is schlumping around in. Throwing on a pair of jeans is not an option. It is not a comfortable security blanket, for me. Dresses are.
I do not find jeans comfortable. I find them to be confining, and weird; to pucker and bag and annoy. They usually put me in a negative state of mind and result in an all around unpleasant experience for all. Clothes, whether we realize it or no, have power (albeit only the power we bestow).
I refuse to schlump,
because I honestly do not find it comfortable.
My challenge to dressing, of late, has been the heat.
I really, really, really, really, really don't like trying to figure out what to wear during the summer.
It makes me grumpy. It makes me sad. It makes me find a nice walk-in freezer to schlump in.
I find how-to's on the matter all but useless.
They rave about the glories of shorter hemlines.
Looser clothing. Less clothing. More clothing. Cotton. Linen. Synthetic.
..."breezy" summer dresses to keep one cool.
When it is hot, it is hot.
Sometimes, we just have to put on some clothes, face the world,
crank the air conditioning, and laugh, because
there is no use in schlumping,
there is no shame in trying,
and if one places their hope in clothes,
they will always let one down.
|so remember: we don't schlump.|