I've had few reasons to get out of my pandemic old clothes and put on something nice for over a year now. Same as for most of the human race.
A couple of years ago, I bought a gray sweater from Land's End online.
Buying clothes online requires a bit of luck and returning things can be a pain.
As it turned out, I never wore this particular sweater. I think I had some buyer's remorse, the color was just not the right kind of gray.
It grayed me out.
Friday, I had an appointment with my dental hygienist and decided to try on the gray sweater with my gray turtleneck underneath. It was a cold and overcast morning and the sweater looked like it would keep me warm with no outerwear necessary.
The sweater felt really nice, warm and toasty. But did it make me look washed out? Gray on gray on gray me and so on...
I usually don't worry about things like that, but for some reason all this gray made me wonder. Should I go with my blue and brown?
I was only going to the dentist, after all, where I would be covered up in a big lavender (as it turned out) paper napkin.
And I do look good in lavender. All silver-haired old ladies do. This is a well-known fact.
Now, my dentist is pretty hot, but then I wasn't seeing him.
Hopefully I wasn't, as I just can't afford any cavities right now. I have some plans for a new car.
Back to dressing for my visit:
I couldn't figure out what was wrong with me. I usually don't worry about how I look. A pair of Wrangler men's jeans with a sweater on top is all I've worn since I moved here, about 16 years ago.
Then I remembered that I had just the thing to tie it all together and make all this gray look coordinated and cool.
So I put my gray mask on and was ready to face the world.
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It's been a bit of a dizzying experience to look at my baby pictures and those above and to even begin to think about the span of time between them.
