Thinking Out Loud Again Chronicles
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"It's always the badly dressed people who are the most interesting." ~Jean Paul Gaultier
That's phooey, Jean Paul.
It's the badly dressed people who are most COMFORTABLE.
I speak from personal knowledge as I write this in the privacy of my own home, away from all human contact, in what can only be described as attire from my 'bag lady' line.
I am a candidate for winner of Bay City's worst dressed of December list.
Not even remotely anything that could be referred to as "interesting".
Black velour sweatpants, 2 pair of pink and purple fuzzy socks, a white 2011 River Roar volunteer t-shirt, topped by a green 'St. Patrick's Day 2004' sweatshirt, does not an interesting person make.
Colorful perhaps.
But interesting?? I beg to differ.
I don't know how it is for the rest of society, but I suspect there a more than a few of us in the world, whose most hideously dressed days are the ones no one is going to see us anyway.
We've planned NOT to be seen, by the very virtue of our poor choice of clothing articles.
Therefore, days when I am mismatched and I'm in 'cringe in fear of being seen if I have to step outside to even retrieve the mail' mode, will not be the instances I am worried about being engrossing to anyone.
It is at those times I am in 'I want to retreat from all social niceties and be left alone' mode.
I will not be concerned with impressing anyone with entertaining, witty dinner conversation over candlelight and wine.
My efforts when I am badly dressed will be the comfort and expandability of my favorite black leggings as I eat a slice of pizza from my couch, while watching a movie.
By myself.
Most likely with the previous night's mascara still prominently smudged under at least one, if not both, eyes.
When I reach for my red fleece cardigan with 2 missing buttons, but still oh so warm and soft, and pair it with my ugly brown slippers, it will not be a time I'm dressing to be appealing to any one's intellect.
It means I'm tired, I've had a hard day and I want my 'security outfit', just like a baby clings to their security blanket.
My over-sized 20 year old Breckenridge, CO sweatshirt with the frayed cuffs, isn't donned for company to come over for an interesting discussion of the latest Apple technology.
It's to recharge from the stress of a busy week.
In blissful solitude.
With an 80% chance of a half hour nap being part of the whole real reason for the ensemble choice in the first place.
So, Jean Paul Gaultier will just have to pardon me for not totally agreeing with him on this one.
I'm sticking with my theory that mismatched and badly dressed, means I'm getting a reprieve from HAVING to be interesting to anyone.
"Badly dressed" to me means, I'm closing the blinds and will pretend I'm not home if you come to the door.
On the flip side, if I'm in a nice dress, wearing lip gloss and matching earrings and shoes, then let's talk.
Chances are, I'll be doing my best to keep you amused.
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