Suddenly I don't worry about style

What a relief.  Suddenly I don't worry about style.  Who cares?  I think fretting about style was a symptom of something else.  It is not that I don't worry about these things; I love clothes, they are never far from my brain it is true. And I still think about what I want, what would look good, what goes with what.  But I don't need to force the issue.  I know what I like.  I know what I don't.  There is enough room in the world for all of us to be whatever we wish.

 I finally realized that the basic dichotomy that follows me in everything I do and love remains a constant.  I love the simple.  And I love the incredibly ornate.  Simple predominates, except when it doesn't.   Simple, isn't it?

I think I was trying to be something in-between, something not me.  I was trying to pain that picture and then trying to live up to the portrait I had assembled.  Not so simple at all.

I realize I need jeans again.  I mentioned somewhere that I was going to need jeans soon, when I reached a certain goal.  That point has come and gone.  And spring seems to be approaching rapidly.  I need jeans.  I need simple clothes for every day. I need clothes I can wear to work in the yard.  If they are also up for going to the post office all the better.  I have been known to work in the yard in some baggy old worn out thing that I loved but with which I was not quite ready to part.  That is no longer a possibility.  Those old things are gone.  Really, they were too big to wear anyway.  I don't need to hang on to the past.

And now Spring is coming and I cannot live in cashmere and wool forever.

Isn't that why I was working on a shirt muslin?  yes.

Isn't that why I was working on pants?  yes.

Am I going to sew everything I wear?  not on your life.

Seems like it may be time to get a move on.

Comments

[metscan]

A good post, Mardel. I too share a lot of what you wrote. I am interested of clothes, accessories, interior design- to a certain point. But, I believe that there are more important things in life. Family. The welfare of the family members. Friends are important too, including blog friends. Health, which can´t be taken for granted. As I describe myself in my blog portrait, I wish my blog to tell something about me; one day I´m high, one day I feel very low. I do have opinions, sometimes very strong feelings. For years, I have held my thoughts inside, inside in the fear that I may hurt someone else. Now I´m on my way to open up. I hope I manage to do it in a polite way. Thank you Mardel for giving me a chance to write this down.