“Are you going painting or running?”
Jill is a friend who basically cuts things right down to the essence. And she was pretty direct about my choice of attire the other morning when walking the kids to school…
“You realize that shirt has holes in it and paint on it.”
I feebly tried to retort, “Well it’s comfy…from my college days. They don’t make t-shirts like they used to. And I like to run in it.”
“You mean so everyone can see your purple sports bra?” She gave me a look.
“Hey – that’s the best bra in the world.” (It’s true – read this post.)
“Okay….go running in your holey shirt….”
Well stubborn me did. Go running in that holey shirt that is.
And then I came home and thought about it a lot. The sad state of my attire that is. I am the first to admit not being the most fashionable person out there…..while running or otherwise. My sister, Stacia, would be quick to agree and would point out this has been a lifelong problem. She used to make fun of what I wore back in high school. But then the next day she’d ask to borrow my clothes.
I finally asked her once, “How can you make fun of what I wear and then turn around and borrow it for yourself?”
Her cool response: “You don’t know HOW to wear the clothes you have.”
So that right there did not clear up the mystery of fashion for me.
And this dismay over my attire has continued to the next generation. My curly-headed daughter takes right after her Aunt Stacia. Several weeks ago we were going out to a concert as a family. I showed my 6 year old daughter the cute little dress I planned to wear. She cocked her head to the side and said, “Well…what are your other options?”
Clearly I have a problem.
Of course as a fan of reality tv, there really is only one solution for this – somehow get myself onto “What Not to Wear”. In fact, Jill told me the next day (when I showed up at school pick up in a dress just to throw her off) that she was just angling for a way to get me on the show. But she and I suspect that if you’re TOO eager to get on the show, they’d rather not cast you. They’d prefer the clueless-about-their-impaired-fashion-choices kind of people. And you need to be a bit wacky. I don’t suppose my holey running shirts are enough to make me a compelling fashion-must-fix story. Maybe I just have to find a good friend who will take me shopping and clue me into the the mysteries that I seem to keep missing. Any volunteers?
I just realized anyone reading this might think “But you’re supposed to blog about running? Where’s the running?” Okay – so the running part of this is: I suck at dressing myself when I run and when I don’t run. Therefore I’m easy to spot as I run through the neighborhood. And I need to run to a new sense of fashion but I seem to be way off course…. Happy? 🙂