Once upon a time in a world that has vanished, we dressed to look good. To other people. Remember “other people”? You know. Company for dinner? Visitors for the weekend? Hanging out in the afternoon with friends? How about a friendly conversation with a complete stranger?
Yes, those things used to happen, but no more. These days, we live inside unless it stops raining, in which case we may ramble all the way to the garden! Today I went outside on the back deck. It was warm, sunny, and lovely. Of course, the temperature is dropping tonight and it will rain tomorrow and most of next week, but we had one beautiful Saturday.
Meanwhile, a package came in today. Two packages. One included a rain jacket I ordered when it was on a one day 75% off sale (it’s back up to more money than I would ever spend). A nice bulky red sweater and because it was a two for one sale, a nice-looking pair of pajama pants.
In fact, I think pajamas and all things associated with it are the new dress garb. You can see it on television every night on Colbert’s show. Everyone is wearing pajamas. Some people are actually wearing bathrobes. The really elegantly dressed are wearing a tee shirt. I assume they are also wearing jeans or some kind of pants, but you can’t tell. I’m betting sweat pants … or pajama pants.
I was very excited about my new pajama pants. I still get dressed when I get up, though I am not sure exactly why. Garry is wearing pajama pants, but if it’s too cold for them, sweat pants. And a sweatshirt. Sometimes two sweatshirts. It gets cold in this house. I actually feel all dressed up in my new pants, worn with an almost-matching tunic. I’m ready for Lockdown high-life.
Is anyone really getting dressed anymore? I did buy some attractive spring clothing on the theory that we might have spring. If not that, maybe summer? Or fall?