Sunday, September 09, 2007

Getting Over Myself

I had an epiphany while I was getting ready to go out last night. I realized that as long as I'm comfortable (in my clothes AND in my skin), I shouldn't overthink what I'm wearing. I'm not (usually) going anyplace fancy, I'm not going on dates and I'm not looking to meet men right now, so why should I feel a need to compete with girls a decade (or more) younger than I am? I'm too old to worry about that sort of thing, right? Believe me, I've been there and did that for years. Some nights it was like a drag show at our apartment, the amount of makeup Cat and I would slap on our faces (although we never went out in the winter without coats...what the hell is that about anyway? Seriously, if I see one more girl shivering in her skimpy top and saying "ohmigod socoldsocold!" I don't know what I'll do. But I digress.) As long as I'm comfortable, neat and smell ok, I'm ok. My summer uniform of a tank and jeans and sandals is more than enough (winter uniform: turtleneck, jeans, boots). I don't need a ton of makeup and jewelery. I can get along fine with mascara, lip gloss and a pair of dangly earrings. Hell, if I'm going dancing, I don't even need a purse, just pockets. As Polly Mellen said to Isaac Mizrahi in Unzipped, "Fussy, FINISHED." I too, am finished with fuss. I don't need it, I don't want it. I'm fine as I am. It's taken me over twenty years to get to this place. Feels good, I think I'll stick around.


Ton said...

Those deep-seated drives are hard to root out. I do these types of things all day long that do not really make sense, but something inside of me just won't let it go. It is so great once you find yourself liberated, even if you do find yourself slipping back into on an occasional weak moment.

Ia said...

It is called the "Deisy" syndrome,that is the point in life where you don't give a rat's ass what other people think although you & I tend to match our clothes & look in the mirror before we leave the house. Like you said, as long as you are "comfortable,neat and smell ok" with me you have to add neatly pressed.

As far as winter is concerned, like I told my friend Janine in the middle of Times Square a very cold November evening 6 years ago, while she had the cutest thinnest leather jacket & I was wearing "Mr. Parka"..."I rather be warm than cute".
Love ya!