The thread HAS become intellectualised, and I freely admit ‘the role of fashion in society’ is something I frequently think about because that aspect is intellectually interesting to me.
Where have I passed judgement on those who dress well and care about fashion? Because I should apologise if I did. I don’t judge people for dressing well- I envy them; I DO judge people who judge others for ‘not dressing well’. I do not assume everyone who dresses well does that.
The tough funeral is now behind me, along with a lot of the desperate angst.
Since then, to distract myself from grief by keeping busy, I’ve been going through my wardrobes. The last time I distracted myself with a time-consuming boring task, it was sorting my pantry.
I’ve been uploading items to Stylebook and playing around with outfit combinations. Items I cannot combine with others, or are too small, or don’t get worn, will be culled.
I now have 3 pre-planned funeral outfits.
I briefly considered sharing some of the outfit combinations here, but … I’m weighing up the boost of positive affirmation after hours of effort against impact of ‘that’s so awful I think the post is a fake’ type response? And at the same time, I still lack confidence in my own choices. 🤷♀️ That conundrum genuinely fascinates me.
It always comes back to something in relation to a perception of scrutiny and exposure.
I talk about this with friends. It is very real for lots of people. I’ve seen my mum struggle similarly, to the point she dreads occasions rather than looks forward to and enjoys them.
A friend just got engaged. Another expressed relief that the wedding was a year away so she could lose weight and find something to wear. Already anticipating being on display. A year of effort for one day, and she’s not even the bride!
I told a relative how I really struggled with the funeral clothes, and she reminded me of when our aunt died. She told me she spent the whole day of my aunt’s funeral feeling uncomfortable and acutely self-conscious. I can’t remember what she was wearing, but ‘something’ about clothes undermined her participation in the day and she still remembers it three years later.
The fact something as ostensibly benign as clothes can have such a powerful impact on mostly women does fascinate me.