I have solved a mystery of the universe. I know now why women “of a certain age” sometimes wear mismatched clothes; I know because I am doing it. When I was younger, I took notice of this phenomena and wondered why these women did not match? I would notice that some older women would wear cute little print blouses with another pattern on their skirts, thrown together with even yet another print sweater, hmmm?
I now think it is a very cute look and actually don’t care much for “matching”. If you, however, choose to match, I think that’s a great thing for you, but for me, not so great. I love the difference, I love the contrast.
October Rose…it is white in the morning and pink in the afternoon.
The “incompatible” clothes thing is something I had to evolve into, it was not planned and is not contrived, it just came from convenience and a dismissive attitude, it came with age. It began as a favorite sleeveless shirt on a hot day and the first pair of capris I grabbed from a dark closet, and then in fall and winter it was a short sleeve printed blouse and jeans I put on in the morning with a pok – a – dot sweater to take off at noon and 2 mismatched Betsy Johnson socks I snatched in the sock basket in the laundry room. It was so mindless and easy, so began the entry into the mismatched stage of my life.
I do admit, I am a bit premature or preconscious even, for I am not yet the age where several prints and patterns should be part of my “wardrobe” but it works for me now so I’m going with it. Perhaps it is my subconscious working after taking note of this fashion phenomenon all of my life, throughout my youth when I was very probing and observant, maybe it is all of those random curious thoughts that just came together in my early sixties and gave me this new sense of freedom.
Who knows, who cares…
I will miss these mornings – tapping at my keyboard waiting for the sun to reach a little higher before swimming and then going straight to my garden and picking whatever it has for me on this day and feeding my anxious chickens and sometimes finding a plum or a berry to eat – I will draw from these early summer days when it is cold and dark and I am not here and they will encapsulate the freedom which is summer for me. The middle of the day is not so bucolic but it is good – time in the kitchen, clothes to wash, and some tiny project to do. Yesterday I sorted through socks – ahhhhh simple pleasures. There were socks in the basket with jingle bells on them from Elizabeth’s kindergarten days (I kept them) and socks with pumpkins and holes – those I tossed. Now there will be plenty of room for school socks in August and warm socks in December. Today my little project will be my jewelry (a very loose term) box and my paint box – specifically my oil paints (I at least will screw on caps!). Anyway, not much really planned (refer to previous post) but I do hope to accomplish these little things. Oh, and I have to make more zucchini bread …
‘It is preoccupation with possession, more than anything else, that prevents men from living freely and nobly.’
…this tiptoed into my radar this morning, something I want to think about, to put in my subconscious.
Something I have thought of that may lessen my emotional load is to not place judgment on occurrences, perhaps I will think in terms of it “is what it is”. I think it will take an emotional break from trying to decide if something that happens to me is “good” or “bad” – sounds tremendously freeing…I think I will couple this exercise with not making TO DO LISTS and I may find myself in a more peaceful place.
“When people see some things as beautiful,
other things become ugly.
When people see some things as good,
other things become bad.”~Lao Tzu