July 21st, 2015
Using My Dress As A Napkin
I have rules when buying a new outfit. First, it has to be a cute dress. Second, it has to cost less than $30. The rule used to be $20 or less, but I find that so many dresses I love are in the $25 price range! Third, I have to love it! I have to be so excited about it that I want to wear it the next day.
The rules need to be in place because I have a large wardrobe. I could wear a different dress everyday for over a month in the summer and about a month in the winter. I love wearing dresses because they are easy. There is no matching the top to the bottom – you’re supposed to match in color and style. That is too much for me. Instead, I just wear a dress.
A couple of years ago, I was a nanny to two great boys. However, the youngest truly viewed a dress as a napkin. If you were standing next to him in a dress, he would not think twice about burying his face in it. Sometimes it was cute, cuddly even. Other times, he would literally use the extra fabric as a napkin to wipe his hands/face on, no matter what was on his hands or face.
So a new dress rule surfaced. I must be okay with the dress being used as a napkin. If it was too expensive or fancy to be used as a napkin, then I shouldn’t be wearing it in my every day life. I have lots of long, flowing dresses now that are very easy to wash.
Now I work almost exclusively from home. There are days I don’t see anyone else in the flesh. I have video calls almost every day, but those people can’t really see my outfits. Side note: it is a completely different dressing experience when you only care about how your shoulders look.
Because I am alone all day, I find that it is easy to become comfortable with actions that may not be perceived as normal. For instance, I really don’t like condensation on a glass. When you pick up the glass, it often drips on your lap, your papers and anything else in front of you. So, I often wipe down the outside of my glass when condensation forms.
The other day, I was out in public and my glass had gathered condensation. I picked the glass up with one hand, and with the other hand I used the bottom of my dress to wipe all of the condensation off. After all, it was just water. Then I remembered I wasn’t at home and this is probably not something other people do.
Apparently, even though I am no longer a nanny, I should still keep the rule that I can only buy dresses I am comfortable using as a napkin J