When I was younger, particularly in my twenties, I loved fashion. There were many a bills that didn't get paid because I just had to have a pair of pants or skirt gracing the racks of some boutique. Then as I got older, I grew less and less interested in fashion. Even styling my hair became a chore. I became more conscious of our budget. I started buying clearance clothes and straight off the shelf to home when the sight of a change room had me cringing. Then came the discovery of secondhand shops. Garage sales. Kijiji! I love Kijiji.
Over the past ten years, I began to notice a change in my appearance. The look I now carry today is the "I'm nearing half a century and don't give a damn what anyone thinks". Though admittedly, there are times I am a little self-conscious or try to put some effort into my appearance. I do own one pair of "good" jeans, though I use the word lightly. I actually hate jeans because they are so restricting. Except, there is one pair of stretch jeans in my closet that I have worn to death. They are stained, bleached, faded and starting to come apart at the seams, literally. My daily choice of clothing usually includes a pair of sweat pants topped by a sweathshirt over an old t-shirt.
Over the past ten years, I began to notice a change in my appearance. The look I now carry today is the "I'm nearing half a century and don't give a damn what anyone thinks". Though admittedly, there are times I am a little self-conscious or try to put some effort into my appearance. I do own one pair of "good" jeans, though I use the word lightly. I actually hate jeans because they are so restricting. Except, there is one pair of stretch jeans in my closet that I have worn to death. They are stained, bleached, faded and starting to come apart at the seams, literally. My daily choice of clothing usually includes a pair of sweat pants topped by a sweathshirt over an old t-shirt.
And my footwear is a toss up between these two, depending on the weather.
I do try to remember to change them into my "good" pair of shoes (aka running shoes I inherited from my daughter five years ago) when heading into town, but more times then not, I forget. About two years ago, I decided to grow out my hair as I figured it was easiest to simply pull it all back into a ponytail. My hat choice is either a winter tuque, baseball cap or the hood on my hoodie sweatshirt. I ain't no fashion icon that's for sure. I do wish I could develop a more rural or western look. I'd love to throw on a floral sundress teamed with a hip pair of cowboy boots and hat, or work away in my garden in a lovely gingham dress with matching apron and wide-brimmed hat, but that ain't never going to happen. But....never say never.