Dressed To Kill…The Mood | Universal Musings
It’s that time of year…the time when traditionally I rotate from my spring/summer wardrobe into my fall/winter wardrobe. It occurs to me that this year, my wardrobe is…not really a wardrobe.
I’m not a stay-at-home mom; no carpools or PTA or other parents coming by for playdates. All of those events would be good reasons for me to wear actual clothes. Nope, I’m a stay-at-home writer. I realize that my “wardrobe” consists of flannel pants (OK, OK, pajamas) and big oversized t-shirts. Now that cooler weather is upon us, the only thing I need to add is a hoodie (we used to call them sweat jackets) or fleece, if I’m feeling particularly Aspen. Thick white socks and/or animal slippers complete The Look. I may actually own more animal slippers than the normal adult woman really should. On the other hand, when did I ever say I was normal?
I used to be reasonably pulled together. Nice suits and adorable shoes and whatnot. A black blouse and crisp chinos for those days I embraced “business casual,” which was not often. By 7:00am each day, I was made up and tucked in and ready to face the world. Sure, I was lacking in the silk scarf department, but only because I could never get one of the things tied so it looked like anything other than limp spaghetti....