I’m such a lost cause when it comes to fashion… not much of it fits my body the way it’s supposed to, nor do I have a real grasp on what comprises good and bad fashion. But for some reason, I am incredibly intrigued by clothes. It truly thrills me when I put together a killer outfit. I don’t have oodles of money to spend on clothing, but now that I’ve discovered the joys of online shopping, I’ve become quite a shopper. I understand now why people love clothes so much! I’ve always hated dressing rooms, but trying things on at home is truly luxurious! But I digress… back to the point:

There is a distinct correlation between how I feel and how I’m dressed. I always feel much better when I’m wearing pretty colors and styles, skirts and heels. I’ve also seen this in action in the high school where I taught – the kids who best followed the dress code (the guy’s code was much stricter than the girls – so they tended to be better dressed) were MUCH better behaved than those that dressed more casually. And my dad, on days when he works from home, always gets up and puts on his work clothes, no matter what. This is a goal I really want to live up to but often don’t. It’s so easy to prefer the comfy clothes to fashionable and presentable clothes, but I find that it often isn’t worth it.

I wonder if this is why those perfectly productive housewives of the 1950s were always wearing dresses and heels around the house? Because I’ll tell you, the days I wear pajamas 24 hours straight are my least productive days. If it weren’t such a chore to do laundry, I think I’d be more willing to break out the nice clothes for at home office days… but it creates so much work to do that. On the other hand, I do really get more done when I’m dressed down to my shoes. So, as I experiment with adulthood, I think my next small step will be to get dressed to the shoes every day for a month and see how much more productive I become. This is going to be a hard resolution to keep I can already tell, but I’m betting on it being worth it.

Now, I’d better get out of these pajamas… I’ve got a phone meeting today and I’m sure it will go better if I wear those strappy sandals, my new Old Navy top and some khakis. Much better.

It has come to my attention that I was not a very cool kid. I really have no one to blame for this but myself, and perhaps my Mom for making matching hairbows for every outfit in my wardrobe. But to be honest, I loved the bows. How can a 10 year old go wrong with a handmade patterned-ribbon bow half the size of her skull clipped to the side of her perfectly turned under kid-bob hair?

My favorite bow that I can still picture with perfect clarity was orange and yellow. I think it was my favorite because it was actually two bows in one. The big part of the bow was like an orange and white polka dotted flower and the smaller bow was its yellow and white striped pollen center. It rocked. I looked forward to wearing it twice a month at least.

Then came middle school. I’ve never been one to catch onto fashion trends quickly (obviously), nor am I one to abandon a rock solid signaturelook when it’s workin’ for me. So 6th grade was sort of a nightmare. I don’t think I realized it at the time, but the bows weren’t really cutting it anymore. Looking back at photos, I realize the perfectly turned under kid-bob wasn’t really working for me either, nor were the bangs. But that’s another story. Anyway, I stopped rockin’ the bows after a few months, but by that time, my image was already tarnished. I was not a cool kid.

Haven’t really been that cool ever since, but just as I was oblivious then, I’m still pretty firmly based in la-la land. I still wear four different shades of red in one outfit. I still can’t figure out if velvet pants are cool or not (and honestly, it doesn’t matter, because I’ll wear them either way). I still happily let my mother-in-law do all of my clothes shopping for me. Heck, if my mother gave me one for Christmas, I’d most likely clip a big, fat, colorful bow on the side of my head and wear it proudly wherever I go. As long as it matches my outfit, of course.