Every family seems to target each other about some quirk or another. Very few family members get a free pass. I won’t go into what I tease my siblings about, but I am targeted for a couple of the things. First, is my obsessions with making and doing new things and the second, is my clothing. It’s not because I dress particularly in any weird way, but because every few years I totally change my style of dress. In my defense, I don’t constantly rearrange or redecorate my house or get a new car every couple of years.
I’m in for it now, because I feel a new change coming on. I look in my closet and see very few things I want to wear. I just don’t like what I see. Everything seems plain and boring. Awhile back I loved simple lines, a single color, and nice neckline detail. Yuck!
If I studied and analyzed, I could probably tell you how each clothing phase reflected what was happening in my life, going from a hippie in the 70’s to a young mother, to a professional, to a mother of teenagers, to an empty-nester, to a grandma and so on. I’m just not totally convinced that my phase in life is really related to my phase in clothing. Looking back, I remember a time when by blouse had to exactly match my socks, or the time I wanted pleated shirts and blazers. There were the times when everything had to be super girly and ruffled or terribly blingy. I even went through an ethnic wear phase. Now how could that possible reflect a stage of life?
What am I attracted to these days? I want bright colors, bold prints, tie-dye, loose and flowing. It sounds a bit like the things I wore back in the 70’s minus the big ugly boots. Maybe, I’m ready to recycle back into my past because I have even pulled out some of ethnic wear that is bright and bold. I will tell you pleated skirts and blazers are still a no go for me. For the moment, I’ve come to a place in my life where people are just going to have to accept me even with all my weirdness, even my family.