“What do the clothes you are wearing right now say about you?”
I hope they aren’t talking badly about me again.
Seriously, though, my clothing choices when I’m at home are completely different from when I know I have to be out in public. Right now I have on my favorite sweatpants, a pair of gray ones I picked up about 10 years ago. They very well might be the oldest pair of pants I own, the pockets have numerous holes in them, and they’re faded to white in too many places to count. But they’re so comfortable, and more importantly, they stretch all the way to my ankles, something my other sweatpants don’t do. I hate off the rack sweatpants.
I’ll tell you a secret. I’m never comfortable in public, not where my clothes are concerned. Either I’m wearing red & khaki (go Team Target!) or I’m in dress pants, a button-down shirt, and a tie. In my red & khaki I feel woefully underdressed. Sometimes I pick a nice red button-down shirt (no tie) just to feel more like myself. But in my dress clothes I feel too conspicuous, like others think I’m trying to be uppity or something. I don’t really care what they think, or maybe I do, but that’s not all anyway. I’ve never been a “dress up” kind of person.
So when I get home after a long day of work (regardless of the job or the day) I slip into either these sweatpants or a pair of pajama pants. I used to have issues on their length as well, but Heidi bought me some new ones for Christmas that also reach my ankles, so I’m moving up in the world. I pair the pants with my voluminous white hoodie or my gigantic bathrobe that swallows me whole and is oh so comfortable. If I’m trying to appear like I might possibly go out again at some point it’s the white hoodie, but if I’m not trying to foll anybody I go right for the robe and cinch it tightly.
I’m wearing the sweatpants with the white hoodie right now, not because I’m trying to fool someone but because I had the robe on earlier and it was a bit warm. The hoodie is smaller, and thinner, so it helps me at times like these. And such a fashion statement too. Anyway, so what do these clothes say about me?
These clothes say I’m a fan of comfort, that I care more about being able to breathe, to enjoy myself, than I do being inconvenienced by the world and its strictures on what I should and should not wear. I know my mother-in-law doesn’t think anyone should change into pajamas so early, but I so rarely go out at night that it becomes a luxury to be able to do as I do. I just smile at her as I pass, as I go to my room, take off my constricting “public” clothes, and pour myself into my sweats or my pajamas at 4 in the afternoon.
These clothes say I’m content with who I am, but I would never wear them out in public, especially not to Walmart. They might just think I’m there to stay.