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| Beautifully creased white shirts |
I used to be a fashionista, now I’m just a raganista. It is a sad, but oh so true story. I used to wear nice clothes. I had matching belts, high heel shoes, and handbags. I wore suits and sweater sets. I had skirts in every length and every color. I had slacks with professional creases. I had baubles and trinkets in every size and shape. Being a fashionista was serious business.
Then, I retired to life in the country. Jeans and cutoffs replaced my skirts and slacks. T-shirts replaced my button-downs. Tennis shoes and crocs replaced high heels. A serviceable watch replaced the baubles, while gardening gloves replaced rings. Huge functional totes replaced smart colorful purses.
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| Coordinating belts and shoes |
I still have nice clothes; they just rarely make their way off the padded hangers. Makeup, a thing of the past; has long since replaced by a huge straw hat and moisturizer. And, it's not at all unusual to let a week go by without putting my feet into shoes.
Magazines with beautiful clothes fill my mailbox. The UPS truck whizzes by on the highway, my hopes and dreams of a new dress dashed by the turning wheels. Just when I think I might put on a pair of nice jeans, my puppy reminds me that she does not distinguish between old and new when she sinks her teeth into the fabric and rips.
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| Basket of tennis shoes |
Wearing a pretty sundress while out mowing the grass might garner a few strange looks, even if I wear a pair of pretty sandals. And, can you imagine the whispering if I was caught weed eating in a suit? Oh my!
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| Folded t-shirts |
My closet used to be my “happy place.” I am sure it will be again one day soon, but for now; the grass needs mowing and the puppy must learn not to use her Jaws of Life grip on my pants leg (and my skin.) When that happens, I will once again throw open the doors to my “happy place” and become the fashionista I once was. What a glorious day it will be!
Does this describe your life?
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| Buttondowns (I like white) |
