I’ve never really been fashionable.
When I was a young girl growing up in rural 1960s Scotland, we didn’t care much for ‘fashion’. We just had a succession of practical, hard-wearing hand-me-down clothes we wore until they grew too small, and then in time they were handed on again to someone else to make use of. Clothes were something that kept you warm and dry or cool and comfortable, depending on the season. Even my sparse serial selection of girly party dresses (worn only on special occasions) were rarely ‘new’, just new to me.
As I got older of course I had my regulation school clothes – mostly grey uniform – and my Girl Guide uniform, but other than that I usually spent most of my leisure time in my favourite jeans and T-shirts and sweatshirts. Then I left school and worked in a kilt shop for a while, where I wore a kilt for work and, yes you’ve guessed it, again I mainly wore my jeans at home. Then I got engaged at 17 and married at 18, and wore a traditional long white wedding dress with a train – but I suppose that’s kind of a uniform too, isn’t it?
While I was pregnant with my three babies during my late teens and very early twenties I wore maternity dresses and dungarees, and once my children were born I simply wore whatever the hell fitted me for the next few years – a lot of lovely loose hippy stuff, and of course my old faithful jeans once they finally did up again. At one point I did try to embrace my femininity and be fashionable for a little while but, after my first husband and I divorced, as I always worked in places with either a strict dress code or a supplied uniform and we lived way out of town, it really wasn’t worth the effort.
My first real foray into following fashion was when I first moved to London once my kids had grown up, when I tried on all sorts of different trendy styles for size, but nothing ever lasted long. And here I am now in my menopausal mid-fifties, where what matters most to me is what fits and feels most comfortable rather than what’s in fashion. Don’t get me wrong, at my age I have a suitable selection of stuff to cater for every feasible occasion from formal to smart business wear to scruffy ageing hippy, but still for everyday wear my jeans are generally my go-to wardrobe staple.
Jeans are just practical and (now they have stretch) comfortable to wear. You can dress them up or down, they come in a multitude of shapes and sizes and can be as designer or budget as you choose. They’re everywhere, worn by young and old, rich and poor, male or female, and their ubiquity somehow transcends fashion.
Well that’s my story, anyway, and I’m sticking to it! 🙂
Daily Prompt: Fashionable