Friday, November 18, 2011


My bed is my shrink each morning, and I therefore lie in it, in Nick and Nora starry sky pajamas from Target that were recently a Halloween costume, between flannel sheets with woodsy illustrations on them from TJ Maxx — for far too long. After I emerge, I put on Tommy Hilfiger jeans from my favorite thrift store, biala shoes from the same thrift store, a short-sleeved red cotton sweater my neighbor gave me as a hand-me-down that I think looks cute even though it now has several pulls, and the same long-sleeved black t-shirt from Target I wore yesterday — not in that order, because that would be a strange way to dress. For jewelry, I went with earrings and a bracelet from a certain very exclusive direct sales company I used to work for, a necklace my cousin gave me that is a shell and a stone on a string (made by her friend Wheels who used to be a bike courier), and my grandmother's seal ring.

I went to work, at which I had several meetings, and lunched with a favorite administrator — while still wearing the same clothes.

After work, I will likely decide that these jeans are a little snugger than I prefer, and change into the Bella Elemento jeans I got at a clothing swap last night (I originally purchased them on ebay for $8, then swapped them away to a friend, then got them back last night because I'm running out of jeans without holes), keeping the rest of my ensemble intact. At that point I may decide to go out to a favorite watering hole, donning a 13-year-old red down vest from Eddie Bauer, which clashes whimsically with the red of my sweater.

Day 18 of my month of gratitude: I am thankful that I am not Muffie Potter Aston, and that I can reliably say that having my children compliment my outfit is unlikely ever to be "as good as it gets" for me. That may be because I have neither children nor a Badgley Mischka Couture silver sequin mermaid-style dress with double tulle overlays, but I don't think so.

OK, now I feel like I have a little bit spoiled the month of gratitude with snark. I'm keeping the snark, obviously, because it's funny to me, but I'll also give you some actual gratitude that isn't just being mean to someone else.

Day 18 of my month of gratitude, seriously: I am thankful that there are clothes on my back, that it is a gorgeous fall day in New England, and that others do not judge me as harshly as I sometimes judge.


Amanda Long said...

I am thankful for you. You got me into Facebook and massage school.

Anonymous said...

I am thankful for when my children do not compliment my outfit, because it makes it less likely that they will start crying because they want to put it on. -Kay