I’ve been saving up my energy all day to go to a supper for a charity with Marc tonight. I figure as long as I can lean my head on my hands and have my elbows resting on the table, I’ll be able to make it through most of it. (I’m such a lady.) (I always say, “I’ll know I’m a grown-up when I can sit up straight through a whole church service.” Heck, a whole sermon! I even lean on the wall behind me and slouch between songs at the drumset!)
But now, after being in my pyjamas for three days straight, I need to figure out what to wear. And my first thought goes to khaki pants, dressy t-shirt, and cardigan sweater. And that makes me think, “Is there anyone in the world who dresses plainer than me?!” I know there are people who dress more casually, but more “plain”… well, I’m not so sure.
That Saturday I was cleaning at the Friesen‘s, Lauralea got me to try on a fur jacket. It was pretty stylish. But it wasn’t me. And why wasn’t it “me”? Well, what I told Lauralea was, “It’s not made of canvas.” I don’t know. I just can’t bring myself to wear anything too flashy or with much of a design.
I’ve been like this for awhile, I guess. The Gap has been my favourite store since high school (too bad I haven’t been able to afford buying anything at The Gap in a lot of years), and their stuff is nice and plain. But now, after having kids, I have the added problem of not only not wanting to wear anything besides plain t-shirts and cardigans, but also the fact that I don’t like how I look in most things that I wear. (Marc told me I couldn’t complain about my weight after eating all of that Halloween candy yesterday…)
Anyway… all that to say… I need to find something to wear tonight. All of my clothes are plain. Few of my clothes look good on me anymore. We don’t have the money to buy that kind of thing right now. And even if we did, I’d want to do a whole lot of sit-ups before I bought anything new anyway.
Now, to go throw on some under eye concealer, a cardigan, and my brown canvas jacket…