Issues of visibility have been weighing on my mind a lot lately. Partly this was due to my continued absense from this blog, but partly it was the seemingly endless weeks of wearing shorts or chinos and loose tees or my husbands old shirts as I cleaned out attics and basements, oiled paneling, painted, sorted and cleaned putting the house on the market. I felt like a nameless, faceless drudge, and although I told myself that the end result would be worth it, there were days that I truly felt invisible.
But of course there were exceptions. I did leave the house and I did dress, although it is also true that I was letting parts of myself go into hibernation. I also cannot deny that a certain creative impulse was satisfied as I moved around pieces of our accumulated life together, trying to fit them into a specific vision of the house that I wanted to sell.
And yet, shallow as it may be, when we finally put the house on the market I felt a certain palpable relief at being able, finally, to dress as I pleased, not according to the dictates of paint and bleach and other nasty stuff. Not that dressing as I pleased lead to a seismic shift in personal style. I don't work outside the home other than teaching an occasional knitting class, a field not known for requiring strict adherence to a corporate dress code, so jeans tend to be the staple of my fall wardrobe. and often, in the fall and winter, those jeans are worn with boots.
This is what I wore the photos were taken of my house last week. The morning started out rainy so the boots are rain boots by Aquatalia. With the boots I wore DKNY Soho bootcut jeans, a black turtleneck by Spanx (which I love not for its supposed figure flattery but because the wrists and neck do not sag and bag, remaining close fitting throughout the day without feelig constricting) and Teasel, a linen, wool and alpaca sweater I finished knitting in June. I love wearing things I made myself, but I am especially happy when one of those hand-made items gets incorporated into my wardrobe in a way that lives up to the my original vision. Even though you probably can't tell from this picture, I felt sleek and strong and pulled together. I felt ready to stride purposefully into the future. I felt visible, but not just visible, fully myself.
Last week I learned about Visible Monday and seeing as how this is the week I have come out of hibernation it only seems fitting that I should join in the Visible Monday brigade. You can find links to other particpants in today's post at Not Yet Dead Style. Check it out.