Well, it was Lisa’s first day of school. And the first day of “Frosh Week” where I work. Sadly, I’m sitting in the same crappy clothes I’ve been wearing all summer, not shiny new clothes that would normally accompany the change of a season (I know fall doesn’t officially arrive for a couple of weeks, but for me, September = fall). Sara wrote a great post about changing over the kids clothes for a new season, which made me wonder when I stopped getting all new stuff every season, donating the old stuff to a younger sibling or a worthy charity.
Now, I find myself buying clothes that are:
1. Not too trendy (so I can wear them for years);
2. In basic colours (I have so much grey, black and khaki, it’s stupid); and
3. Practical (Ew. Just, ew.)
I’m living vicariously through my children (really, just through the girls), who always have trendy clothes and cool footwear. Between me, my mom and my aunt (who finds AMAZING deals on the cutest kid clothes), we have bought Bart 17 new shirts, 5 pairs of pants, 2 pairs of shoes and a couple of new shorts to start school next week. Lisa has 12 new shirts, 2 new hoodies, 7 pairs of pants, 3 dresses and 3 pairs of shoes. Maggie pretty much lives in hand-me-downs and gifts from my mom and aunt, but they’re nice and cool and new to her.
I remember my mom bought a new winter coat when I was in high school and she commented that she had bought the last one 15 years earlier. What what what? I couldn’t BELIEVE that she could wear the same thing for that long. But now, I kind of get it. I don’t think I have anything that old in my closet (yet), but I do have some dinosaur jeans and sandals that are pushing at least a decade.
Part of the problem is that I hate shopping for myself. I don’t like trying things on, I hate paying full price for anything (thanks Mom!) and sales associates drive me crazy. I don’t read fashion magazines, so I never really know what’s “in”. My strategy in the past has been to point to a nicely dressed manikin and ask for my size in all the pieces that make up her outfit. I’m not exactly of manikin proportions, so the strategy, while good in theory, falls apart in the change room. I usually end up in Winners (like TJ Max in the US), picking out black pants and collared blouses in a variety of boring colours. Most of the time at work, I look like a sharply dressed man on casual Fridays.
So, like I was saying “first day of school”. Yay! Lisa, by the way, looked awesome!