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Tuesday, November 09, 2004
the joy of middle age: comfortable clothes
I have discovered the secret to happiness. It's middle-aged-lady clothes.
I have a large extended family (each parent has six siblings, for those of you who are new) and on my mom's side, we are big on hand-me-downs, or hand-me-arounds might be a better term. Kids' clothes get passed from one cousin to another (and frequently, to another and another). If someone gains or loses weight she'll give her clothes to someone who has just shrunk (or grown) into the size she used to be -- which, with six sisters between the ages of 41 and 60, and so many adult female cousins that I've lost count, is pretty much constantly going on. So yesterday I inherited two bags of things from my aunt. In one of the bags was a two-piece set -- I think the proper term is "loungewear" -- which is the closest thing I have ever seen to a footed blanket sleeper for grown-ups. It's wedgewood blue. It's fuzzy. It's warm. The pants have an elastic waist. C was quite convinced that I made it out of the blue fuzzy blanket from my bed until I showed her that the blanket was still whole. And I think I may never wear anything else again. Except, of course, when I actually have to, you know, leave the house. sigh.
