Like everyone else, I sometimes have trouble facing the first decision of the day, answering that troubling question, “what am I going to wear?”
In my former life, this question seemed simpler. If it was a week day, I’d wear “work clothes,” the type of clothes that would not call attention in an office. If it was the weekend, I’d either wear casual clothes, or “grubbies.” Grubbies are those clothes that I consider dispensable—those I can risk soiling, painting, or ripping to the point that they can no longer be worn in public.
Within these categories, I felt free to dress up or down as the mood fit. Not so much the grubbies, perhaps—that set of clothes remained fairly constant—but when I dressed for my job, I could wear comfortable clothes, even jeans and T-shirts, if I chose, or dress up in a suit and tie. Okay, I doubt the latter ever happened, but had I chosen to do so, I’d get little more reaction than compliments, raised eyebrows and gentle ribbing.