Comfort Clothing
This morning one of my co-workers walked over to me and said, "Listen, I have this book that a friend gave to me and it really served me well when I was down and wanted to be curled up on the couch in my jammies all the time. Now, since I'm not the spiritual type, I thought it would serve you well for a while." Wasn't that sweet? It's a shame to have to mention this, but I am so surprised when women are loving to each other. (Another post...I'll try to resist my urge to follow that tangent.) The book...it's called Simple Abundance: A Daybook of Comfort and Joy by Sarah Ban Breathnach. I'll get back to the book in a sec.
I am touched that she noticed how down I was yesterday. I really wanted to be on my sofa, in my jammies, shoving chocolated down my throat, watching reality tv, writing in a brand new journal I had spent WAY too much money on. (I told you I've got escapism down to a science.) I haven't actually bought the journal (though journaling would be the one healthy option out of this list) but I do fantasize about spending money on a fabulous one, often.
Well, the book is broken into little readings for each day of the year. Today's reading was about comfort clothes and what they mean. What a perfect reading for today. I sit here at my computer with my favorite long-sleeved T-shirt on and my most comfy jeans. My shoes are off, naturally, since they're the first things to go when I walk into the house...or work...so what? And I am reclined at my desk, laptop where it belongs - on my lap, feet where they belong-propped up on my desk. Now, before you hate how "unprofessional" this seems to be...wouldn't you be more productive at work if you could dress in your comfy clothes everyday and take your shoes off?
Boxes! Little Boxes! I think women who have a clue should set the tone for what is beautiful and acceptable when it comes to our clothing. No one wants to wear itchy, sweaty, noisy clothes that pinch, ride up (or down), have to be dry-cleaned and worn a size to0 small (because, who the hell can buy new suits with every weight fluctuation?).
I was at my friend Tania's house yesterday when she came home from work. I looked at her and was stunned for a second. My first thougth was, "man, who died?" She was decked out in her dark suit and blouse, complete with pantyhose and pumps. On a Tuesday!!! That has got to be the worst. I love working at a non-profit (except of course...for the lack of profits.)
What is it about comfortable clothes that makes life so much better? When I think about yesterday, I had on a new pair of jeans that was not quite broken in right, wedge-heeled loafers, and a sweater. Not what I consider comfy cozy...and I felt like crap. I'm sure it wasn't just the clothes, but I bet if I'd worn what I have on today, my outlook would have been a little brighter.
Here's to comfort clothes and burning high heels! Except....they look so good!
Pain, the price for beauty?