The season of the uniform
Just a quick note to mention that my summer-long experiment with non-uniform dressing – wearing something different every day, mixing, matching, the whole thing – is now officially ending. I finally noticed this morning as I was getting dressed that I'm not really having fun with it anymore. I miss waking up and knowing pretty much exactly what I'm going to wear, and wearing it. Or actually not so much the wearing or the non-wearing, but more the peace of mind I feel when I can get dressed without having to THINK so much.
I've also been experimenting with becoming more of a morning person – something I've been working up to for several years. This year I think it finally took, and I've been getting out of bed at the unheard-of hour of 6 a.m. most days to run or walk the dogs. Maybe that's part of the reason why I'm longing for my uniform again; being awake that early, especially now that it's still dark when I start out, does not come naturally to me, and anything I can do to make the transition smoother feels like a good idea.
Plus it's time to start thinking about boots again. So there's that.
I've also been experimenting with becoming more of a morning person – something I've been working up to for several years. This year I think it finally took, and I've been getting out of bed at the unheard-of hour of 6 a.m. most days to run or walk the dogs. Maybe that's part of the reason why I'm longing for my uniform again; being awake that early, especially now that it's still dark when I start out, does not come naturally to me, and anything I can do to make the transition smoother feels like a good idea.
Plus it's time to start thinking about boots again. So there's that.
