Last night the jet lag and temperature change and ordinary life got to me. I couldn't sleep and ached in many different locations. This morning I am bundled up in jeans, long sleeved shirt, sweater and vest. It's a sad state of affairs, but there it is. It is cold here. As I was walking the dogs, I was thinking of my little granddaaughter's visit, and the day we went to my neighbor's so she could play with my friend's granddaughter who is five. My granddaughter wanted to dress up and picked her own outfit, with tights and a "skirt", which was actually a tee shirt she put on upside down and inside out. Somehow she had decided a skirt was more sophisticated. I let her go that way, and my friend and her granddaughter were tactful. She was so proud of herself for playing with a big girl, and undoubtedly thought she looked like a princess. It tugs my heart to remember.
So clothes maybe do not make the man, but they make the woman. Evidently, you are never too young to consider your ensemble, and develop your own style. Or in my case, have an ongoing struggle to find a style. Mine is cowgirl cum hippie cum ethnic something. A lot of fabric from India and Not Your Daughter's Jeans mixed with organic cotton and REI. It's comfortable, but there are reasons I prefer not to be photographed that have nothing to do with my age. I respect my delusions, and so does my granddaughter.
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