Jeans

They say so much about a person who wears them, and who wears them well. I’ve always been one who looks for comfort, but then I’m older and if a model likes and fits into a pair, go for it.

We live in the mountains so sometimes it’s jeans with long underwear underneath, and I only wear silk longjohns so that leaves another wrinkle. Jeans and long undies and the right SmartWool socks and the right boots for the weather.

Then we have a plethora of coats, including down, polartec and  polartec vest that can protect my core. Hats, at least a half dozen from hand-knitted Pippi (yea that’s you pdxknitterati) to my new fur cossack hat and it’s too dark to take a good  photo of it right now. Then gloves, I’ve at least five pair, glove liners to serious gear.

We moved and put all our stuff in storage.  All of it. I brought a few clothes with me and we’ve bought a lot for my husband here as he was in “Casual Banker” attire which was gabardine pants and a dress shirt sans tie. Now he’s in a pure cotton plaid shirt with corduroy pants or nice jeans. He only brought one suit, that works for interviews and also works, unfortunately, for funerals.

Sometimes we must go to a happy or sad occasion and we “clean up good” as they’d say in Texas. We’re always happy to see folks we care about and at my age, no one is going to tell me how to dress. I feel comfortable with who I am, and if someone doesn’t want to be seen with me, so be it.

Our lives our short, there is time to be had together and I’d hate to think that a bit of denim could get in the way of quality time. Cheers, Dee