an old crone. Suddenly the years have crept up and bitten me on the bum. My pazzazz has frankly limbo-danced away on creaking knees.
Stylish, well for me, stylish,
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‘Ooh I wouldn’t be seen dead in that get-up!’ type of ensemble) clothes hang desolate in the wardrobe. Not even all dressed up and nowhere to go vibe!
I can barely be bothered to dress let alone care what I look like.
Even on the farm I cared how I looked and dressed. Full face slap on, climb on my little red Fergie and go, no worries by the end of the morning my frilly lawn blouse was splattered with cow crap! I well remember the day a rep came a calling, I roared into the drive - tractor-ago-go. Sitting there chatting I couldn’t work out why he seemed a little bemused? It was only after he had gone I climbed off, went in and discovered my left breastical had bounced through the fine lawn to expose the treasure beneath. You’ve heard of metal fatigue? The fabric under such extreme duress had given up and rent from top to bottom, as it were!
Vivian Westwood eat your heart out.
Anyway back to today. I find I wear the most rag-tag of clothes, not caring a fig about how I look, was it ever thus? No, before I did take a pride in my appearance, sadly not any longer. Now, you can probably guess where this is going? This blooming pandemic!
Suddenly taking my eye off the ball of how I greet the world is having a detrimental effect mentally and physically. Will my mojo ever find its battery and like the Duracell bunny keep going and going, I idly wonder?
I know the feeling. I've just ordered two new mascaras online today because I look old when I don't wear it and I've not worn any for the duration of lockdown. I also nearly ordered another pair of joggies in good old M&S however as I hovered over the buy now button I pulled myself up and stopped! Enough! Time to get myself under control and lose the few pounds that have made my more 'stylish' (hahaahahaha) clothes a no go area. Perhaps in writing this down now you will get your eye back on the ball and the world will flinch yet again! You give me into trouble for my worrying etc so I'm saying to you, get on it Lettice - get the good clothes out!! xx
ReplyDeleteI don’t do joggers, but I do palazzo pants... very casbah... and hides the same degree of podge as tracky bottoms. Yes MG you take it on the chin like an ace trooper, I always say if you dish it out and I do, you should be able to take it when it is directed at you. So bring it on...
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I'm just happy that I'm not the only person slobbing around, thanks to Covid19. But when you know that no-one will be knocking on the door, not even delivery drivers wanting a signature, nor would-be Avon ladies, who is there to bother about? Some days I stay in my dressing gown or on the hot days, sit in the garden in camisole and thin skirt - but keeping an eye on the possibility of neighbours cleaning drainpipes or gutters, then it's a quick dash for the back door. I've quite enjoyed lockdown, to be honest.
ReplyDeleteI do get dressed although when home after taking Ellie to the woods I am happy to get into casual ie kaftan, flowing hide a multitude of sins type apparel!?! The best bit of gear to get off is the ole brassiere, Oh the bliss of freedom!
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Oh gosh, yes, the brassiere . . . . will I ever wear one again, I ask myself. Such a freedom, all these weeks.
DeleteThose flowing kaftans are my favorite with only panties underneath. But the best feeling of freedom is, swimming in the nude after dark. Oops... I should not have admitted to that!
DeleteI have a wardrobe full of clothes, some of which I've never worn, but my regulation attire I wear every day is trousers, t shirt and fleece. There is a variation in the thicknesses for summer and winter, but always the same. I can't blame lockdown as I have worn the same stuff for years. My excuse is isolation and not needing to make any effort.
ReplyDeleteWell, that sounds good to me, this lockdown has fed my inner recluse and I like it! Only occasionally do I feel the need to break out and be sociable, it soon passes.
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Flashing your Rep had me rolling! Since Pandemic I don't slap on a Face anymore and don't even change from Nighttime Pajamas to Daytime Pajamas now we're several Months in to Lock Down status.
ReplyDeleteOoh what are you like? You Hussy, you! Bet they’re pretty damn funky pj’s though?
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You will get through it. Enjoy dressing to suit yourself xx
ReplyDeleteYes, I do, that maybe why I get some funny looks?
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I'll take you shopping. What a treat that would be.
ReplyDeleteNext time you’re here Joanne... you’re on!
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I still get up same time and get dressed ( jeans/tshirt) as I always take the dog out by 9.15ish and usually bump into dog walking pals. Some tinted moisturizer and mascara/lippy complete the look. Just as normal!
ReplyDeleteGood for you Frances, standards have to be maintained even if it is by the few. My standards have a little slippage!
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My fav garment is a boiler suit (have two, both 100% cotton) - shapeless, plenty of pockets, cool with nothing underneath in summer, pile on the clothes underneath in winter. Left home at 16 to work in NZ Forest Service, was presented with a standard issue boiler suit and have lived virtually all my 'out of work' hours in one ever since. Great gardening garment.
ReplyDeleteWell don’t you just know you and your boiler suit are so very now. Seen on all the catwalks and fashion pages. Cutting edge my dear girl, cutting edge!
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