The past few years have brought me many changes, and quite drastic ones. I am a visual and expressive person so I am compelled to express myself with my clothes. What I put on matters to me in that it must feel right not only in terms of comfort but in terms of who I am. For twenty years I was an elementary school teacher and that was a very big part of my self definition. So I dressed the part. Or at least my version of the part. My most comfortable go to outfit was an above the knee denim skirt with opaque black tights, a tunic or sweater of some type and some shoes I personally deemed stylish yet comfortable. That was likely to be a low heeled mary jane. This outfit felt right and had many variations on it. I taught in schools where all my colleagues wore jeans and I taught in schools were they all wore chanel suits. I stayed true to my own style. I can play and referee a soccer game for ten year olds dressed like that. I can sit on the floor with kindergarten students to explore their new favourite book. I was so comfortable in this outfit I did not even feel the need to change out of it when I got home at the end of the day and was known to put it on even during the weekend.
Life changes happened. I am no loner a teacher and slowly, over the past few years I have been shedding my teacher wardrobe, but having to learn and experiment a little along the way. I live a life of mostly being at home and easily go days seeing nobody. I do have days where I am dressed like this:
Then there are the days where I feel okay, I will probably read, write, paint, talk to my mum on the phone, do a bit of cooking or some laundry. I hardly need to be dressed any differently for that, though most in my situation would probably put on jeans and a tee shirt. Sometimes I do. But I don't want to be limited to that so I dress up a bit if I am going out anywhere. Even grocery shopping. Sometimes I even wear skirt but a pretty blouse or sweater with my jeans and a pair of boots I love will work for me too. I rarely have the need to get really dressed up and in a small town people often don't, even when going out to a nice restaurant for dinner. So I will go out in this:
I have abandoned all my denim skirts as I attempt to say goodbye to the teacher. With most of them it was easy. One is in my donation pile still whimpering at me to come and rescue it. I may need my friends to stage an intervention. Wait, what am I thinking? My friends dress like this: