So this morning I'm in my closet for a half an hour trying to figure out what to wear. It's not because I'm going anywhere special. Not going to work, not going to the art gallery to put in my time, not meeting friends for lunch, not doing a date with Hubby...lol, just at the house today gardening and painting in the studio.
Problem is there's a top I want to wear; a kind of tank top with a flared bottom tunic length. It's flimsy material and I think I paid over $50 for it last summer and have never worn it. So I put it on, hate my arms coming through but it's a flattering, comfortable fit and so now what to place over it or under it is my question. So I look in the mirror and imagine skinny jeans, no; imagine shorts, no; and then realize the only pants would be my light sweats that have baggy, loose legs. Those go on and then I suddenly know what else to do and so I throw the black tunic off and plunk on a long sleeve, white thinnest thin undershirt then replace the black top. Voila! I'm ready to plop my hair into a bun and get to work!
I'm laughing as I walk out of the closet thinking about this crazy scenario wondering about me and realize the outfit is very important to me. If I feel ugly I cannot do good work; I must dress for the occasion even if it is lounging all day, not seeing a single person, and simply spending time with me.
AND I recall when I was in the workforce, casual Friday was not a good day for me. As soon as I put on those casual, play time clothes I was ready for socializing, laughing and fun and not ready to accomplish anything worthwhile. So...I guess nothing changes in life. We ARE like thoroughbreds as Jack keeps telling me.
Beginning my day in the proper attire, breathing pretty easily, and gonna get a lot of artful work done today.
