For the past five weeks, I have basically been living out of a growing stack of suitcases and shopping bags. I started out with items suitable for a weekend out of town and then, through a series of mishaps and adventures, never went home. My husband was very nice about sending me a few additional items of clothing that I wanted and I managed to order a few things by mail (so many good sales!). But here’s the big news: I barely thought about how I was dressed or whether I had on make up or cute shoes. I mostly wore active wear and sneakers and occasionally put on casual pants and sandals.
I know that you are curious about how I felt about all this. First of all there were several mitigating circumstances that were preoccupying me:
- The arrival of my first grandchild – a beautiful baby boy – at the moment it is more fun changing his diaper than putting together a new outfit. And it makes no sense to change a diaper in good clothes, right? And, of course, baby’s parents have received SO many baby clothes that I cannot even shop for new baby clothes yet!
- A bad fall in my daughter’s bathtub (no bathmat!) that kept me sitting on a couch for two weeks while I recovered.
- Pretty hot summer weather and the absence of the right clothes for this weather – frankly workout clothes have been the coolest way to dress. Plus I didn’t belong to a gym for this period of time and walking everywhere was my exercise outlet.
- A lot of time spent packing up my daughter and son in law’s apartment for their move South – what would you wear for such a project?
Plus my re-retirement started in this five-week period and I was supporting my husband long distance as he packed all our worldly good for a 2500-mile move to the Southeast.
I have missed dressing up and even wearing heels. After all, that is part of who I am and that will probably never change. But I tried to give myself permission to cede personal control as I moved around from someone else’s home to an Airbnb, and then hotels. Emotionally and personally, I am not sure how I feel at the moment, but I’ll try to address that in one more non-outfit post later this week. Then both my husband and my worldly goods will arrive and I’ll be in my own – albeit brand new – home again!