Some days, usually Thursdays, I wake up and have to think about what to wear because I'm meeting with magazines. On Saturdays I wake up and can only think about shorts and slippers for a picnic. On Sundays I think about non-distracting clothes for church.
This week though, I had to think about social-work clothes. Kids camp meetings everyday. Not yet cardigans and blue jeans, but little tweaks to look more nurturing, if that's at all possible.
I had a talk with sam about her ever-changing looks. One day she can look ultra glam, the next day she can go out completely bare-faced and sporty. I never know which Sam to expect before I meet her. She doesn't know why she's like that either. It comes from not being too attached to one's exterior. In that looking a certain way doesn't mean she's all the things stereotypically attached to that look.
I don't think I'd dress this way if I were working in my own little studio down at a beachfront. No, I think my personality is more for long skirts and flats, and shorts. How do I tell? I'm happiest in my island-holiday clothes, when my waist isn't cinched and my shoes aren't elegant. But it's also fun dressing in things I don't necessarily like, if you know what I mean.
Just as--and I say this more indifferently than defensively--I blinged out my pink phone. The common stunned reaction is: 'It's so not you!' But how would they know that? How would they know if I am more of the all-black boho they used to see, or actually all pink and diamonds inside? Or if I'm actually none of the above, and would rather be using an old rotary phone to make my phonecalls? I don't want my objects to represent me. So I'll use a pink blinged phone simply because I wanted to try decorating something.
And until I find the kind of clothes that I never want to change out of, you can be sure I'll be thinking of different clothes everyday.
Thursday, August 26, 2010
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