I used to jokingly say that I had a passion for fashion. It was always tongue-in-cheek, but lately my disinterest in clothing has ratcheted up. It turns out that nothing kills a fashion interest like working from home and going to community college. Seriously, what is up with how people dress at community college? It’s all t-shirts and sweat pants and messy hair, and not in that sorority girl “messy bun” way, but like actually really, really messy hair. No one is taking pride in his or her appearance at all, whatsoever! And I’m right there with them, wearing my $10 Target leggings with the holes in them every single day. It’s a sad state of affairs, my appearance.
I wrote a paragraph about what I usually wear when I’m working at home, but it was so embarrassing I had to delete it. The basic idea is pajamas, but Tony and I keep our house really cold (partly to save money but also partly because we love cold) so there are many layers on top of the pajamas. I won’t go into specifics, but it’s not pretty. Luckily we live in the country and my boss has never requested we FaceTime rather than talk on the phone.
For reasons related to my birthday, last night I ended up with a $35 Macy’s gift card and some time to kill. I wandered around the store aimlessly for almost an hour, half-heartedly examining glittery heels and silk shirts. Eventually I bought some black jeans that were on sale. Next to leggings, stained black jeans are my community college outfit of choice. These new, stain-free jeans are really going to enhance my wardrobe.
When it comes to clothing, all I care about these days is comfort. Not just comfort as in “this sweatshirt is soft”– although I do certainly enjoy softness — but also as in “I’ve worn this sweatshirt ten thousand times and know exactly how it does and does not flatter me.” There’s something fundamentally appealing, to me, about wearing clothing that is familiar. On the way home from Macy’s, I started thinking about how I’d probably really like a store that was stocked with all the clothes from my existing wardrobe, except in new condition. There are items of clothing I would probably buy over and over again, not because they’re all that great, but because I intimately understand all of the ways that they aren’t great. Like, one of my coats has a hole in the pocket that has been there for years. Instead of sewing it, I just remember that I can’t put my keys in that pocket or else they slip down and end up in the coat’s lining. When I forget and my keys do slip through the hole, it’s almost soothing. This is a problem I have faced before, and I know how to fix it. That thought occurs to me so infrequently in life that I have to appreciate it when it comes, even if it’s just in reference to a coat.
I realize thinking about clothing at all is kind of dumb, and that I should probably stop everything I’m doing and immediately read The Feminine Mystique. But here I am, writing on Fawn Log instead. I’m curious to know whether anyone else is going through a period of clothes disillusionment. Should we all just get each other pajamas and muumuus for Christmas? Because I am always up for muumuus.