Wednesday, January 28, 2009
There’s a Blog In Your Pajamas Day coming up in February, and I’m shocked and dismayed. What the hell are you guys wearing when you blog anyway? A three-piece suit? Evening wear? Stilettos?
I’ve been doing this for six months and now you tell me there’s a dress code?
So come that day in February, I’ll have to make the daring fashion leap from sweat pants to pajamas. Once I buy some. Who even sells pajamas? Amazon? I don’t think I’ve owned any since I was 10. But then, when it comes to clothes, there are a lot of things I don’t own.
Some people love to look at, think about, talk over, and shop for clothes. And they have very definite ideas, whole philosophies, religions, even, about accessories, what to wear with what and when. Needless to say, these same people may be my friends, but they’re horrified by my wardrobe, and are ready to drop me like a hot potato at the merest provocation. (They’re secretly hoping for a provocation before the next gallery opening.)
But in the temple of fashion, I come as an atheist. An atheist who wears a lot of denim.
I’m definitely minus the shopping gene. Except fish, I like shopping for fish – the kind you eat. But that’s it. And I really need some stuff right now – a new white shirt, a black skirt, some jackets. Pajamas, apparently. Shoes. Aside from riding boots and running shoes, I only have one pair. But they were very expensive, so it’s kind of like having six.
When I had a regular job, I had to tiptoe through the minefield of “Casual Fridays.” Casual Friday meant don’t wear a business suit, but don’t wear faded jeans. Look comfortable, but don’t look sexy. Look relaxed, yet serious. In the end it meant buy something that you will only wear on a casual Friday. This was all so unduly complicated and challenging, I just continued to wear a suit.
So it doesn’t surprise me to learn that, in coming to this blogging party, I've been dressing all wrong.
You were nice not to say anything.