I wore this outfit yesterday, mostly for lounging around the house, reading, and then to see a movie (Crimson Peak – not as bad as Splice, but not as scary as I’d hoped it would be either) with my husband.
There’s so much of interest in that statement, I feel I should dissect it for you:
- I normally never wear jeans or other “for public consumption” clothing at home, preferring to choose from the myriad items I keep around for “lounging” for, well, lounging. But yesterday, I was struggling with FOMO, and/or the feeling that I should go out and DO something, while at the same time really wanting to finish the book I was reading (Still Life with Breadcrumbs by Anna Quindlen – WONDERFUL book, highly recommend it). I got dressed like I was going to go out, but got sucked into the book again, and didn’t leave the house until early evening when my husband suggested a movie. Yes please.
- Also related, I bought the world’s ugliest shoes (i.e. The Birkenstock Boston Clogs) more than a month ago to wear as a cozy shoe around the house, but also because they’ll work to take Dagny out in a pinch, and be a more travel-friendly version of my beloved UGG boots (they will fit much better in my carry-on). I did not intend to wear these “out” often, because, you know, they’re SO UGLY. I mean that literally, they are really ugly; I had a couple pairs in college, of course, and they were ugly then too, but oh-so-comfy. To which I said, screw it: comfort wins. I’ll have to make it up to my husband some how…
- Not mentioned, but still related: if you saw my Instagram of last Thursday, you may have seen these Denim X Alexander Wang 003 boyfriend jeans I tried on at Steven Alan. I obsessed over these all weekend, trying to decide whether or not to order them with my return credits at Shopbop, and in what size, because I fell hard for them when I tried them on. Well, not hard, exactly, more like lukewarm, and then harder as more and more people commented on how cool they are and how great I looked (you know how that happens??). They are cool. But so slouchy, they were sort of hard to walk in, being denim and all. When I got home, as I make an effort to do now, I tried on the jeans I already have, to see if the new ones would add anything meaningful to my collection, and decided they would not; they are very different, but still similar enough to these Frame Le Garcon jeans that have served me well, that I needn’t add a new pair right now. And honestly, as I wore this outfit and viewed myself walking in and out of the bathroom at the movie theater with their multiple full-length mirrors, I was less and less impressed at the overall look. Yes, it’s “stylish” in a sense, and so comfortable (not only in a can’t-even-tell-I’m-wearing-anything way, but also in a feels-like-me way), but not exactly my best look. So why would I want to invest more money to create more looks like this?
- And finally, what has happened to scary movies?? I wanted Crimson Peak to be scary. I knew it would be cinematic-ally beautiful, and I’d missed Jax Teller after Sons of Anarchy, but I also wanted to be clutching my husband’s arm with my fingernails scared. Didn’t happen. The movie wasn’t bad. Not as bad as Splice anyway, which is our benchmark for terrible movies. And I love the experience of going to our local “fancy” movie theater with free water & popcorn, and cozy recliners, blankets & pillows, so that sometimes the actual movie is secondary, but still. Where are the scary, suspenseful movies? I suppose The Martian would have been suspenseful had I not read the book first, and anyway, it was still a great movie, but I long for Poltergeist-scary, or even more, Exorcist-scary. Well, maybe not really, as I did have nightmares from both movies, but I want to jump and gasp at a movie again, and be so scared I have to look away. Sigh. I guess that’s what the Walking Dead is for now…
Getting back to number 1 – there is so much more I can say about this whole statement, and my entire weekend, that it’s enough for another post, but suffice it to say that wearing jeans at home didn’t kill me. Nor did I “ruin” my Emerson Fry sweater by wearing it sitting in my reading chair (as if that’s different from sitting in any other chair that happens to NOT be in my house..). And the sun didn’t explode.
I worry SO MUCH about things (everything) that I set boundaries and rules for myself that have no basis in reality. Like, I can’t wear my jeans at home because I’ll wear them out faster and then what will I do? I won’t have jeans! If I wear them at home, I have to change them before I leave the house! I can’t wear OUT what I wear at home!! What will happen to the universe??
Oy. Anyway, this is something I’m working on now, and must become more deliberate about and comfortable with. Not that there are not some things I won’t wear outside of the house, but that it’s both not the end of the world if I DO, and that it’s also okay should I wear some of my favorite clothes at HOME as well as OUT.
What’s the worst thing that could happen??
Happy Monday !!