In response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt: “The Clothes (May) Make the (Wo)man.”
Question: How important are clothes to you? Describe your style, if you have one, and tell us how appearance impacts how you feel about yourself.
Without clothes where would I be? I guess I would be hanging my hat at my residence in a nudest colony. (Is it against the rules to wear a hat there?) Hey, anything’s possible, and you have to admit it could be downright interesting. I wouldn’t have to spend money on clothes but I wonder how many cases of sunscreen would it take to keep my lilly-white fanny from blistering. Being Scotch-Irish I would do well, indeed, to slather myself from head to toe and not just me arse! Therefore, to answer the first question, clothes are important because I don’t relish the idea of modeling various degrees and shades of skin cancer. That’s one run-way I’d truly like to avoid.
If you haven’t already guessed just let me make it clear I’m definitely not a clothes whore, far from it. I grew up relatively poor. My mom was a single mom who worked very hard to keep us fed and clothed, and she did a damn fine job. I always had something to put in my belly and I never had to walk barefoot in the snow as claimed by many a old timer. Neither were my under drawers sown from burlap flour sacks. They were made from the cotton that grew in the fields close by. So when I claim to growing up poor I’m definitely not painting a picture of bloated bellies and rundown shacks.
The scenery of my childhood was more to the liking of pinto beans and cornbread, fires from a wood stove and paper bags of hand-me-downs from siblings, cousins and friends. The red haired, pony-tailed girl I use to be enjoyed seeing each one of those grocery bags of used clothes.
Times have changed. The pony-tailed girl now lives in a 50 year old body. I purchase jeans and tees from Kohls , enjoy steaks from Texas Roadhouse, drive a truck I adore, feed not only myself but also a wife, two dogs, two cats and anyone who happens to walk through the front (or back) door at supper time. Indeed my social and economic status has improved but I can honestly say I’m still a simple country girl who is tickled pink to wear faded Levis, “Walking Dead” tee-shirts and a good pair of Asics for my feet. Now that’s what I call styling!