Tikka, who loved Saturday's snow, is not convinced that the greater volume which arrived overnight is all that appealing. There is something about snow up to your tummy, or trying to jump up on a curb and landing in snow up to your chin, that makes one want to curl up and take a nap someplace nice and warm.
Especially if one can watch one's humans doing strange things like piling up and sorting through clothes and laying out a polyvore on the floor.
Yesterday's outfit (with Sam).
It struck me yesterday, while I was pumping gas, that I had managed to pull together the perfect outfit, one in which I felt completely at home and comfortable, completely myself. The critical detail was folding the sleeves of my sweater, which are a little loose and long, and which I intentionally wear rolled up indoors, over my coat, which both reduces bulk inside the coat and keeps the sweater sleeves from hanging loosely below the end of the coat sleeves, a situation that drives me bonkers. Everything I was wearing was something I love, but it was that little detail that just made me feel settled. It was more about how I felt than how it looked, although it is gratifying that the polyvore-on-the-floor, above, looks the way I felt (sans cat on the chest of course). But what a photo can't capture is how at home I felt once I rolled up those cuffs, how that small detail integrated the internal and the external. It was the sartorial equivalent of curling up with a cup of coffee and a good book and just being myself.
This is something I am still exploring to some extent: What do I want to wear? How do I want to wear it? How much do I care if my vision of what is flattering and comfortable to both the internal and external me, corresponds to what the greater culture deems as stylish? Or Fashionable? Or just plain boring?
Tuesday's outfit was not quite as successful. But this was not because it was not flattering, not because I didn't love the particular pieces in and of themselves.
The problem was really with the turtleneck, and it was not the way it looked, but more the way it felt when wearing it. The turtleneck is the perfect shade of blue, both for this sweater and for several other things in my wardrobe and it is soft against the skin. It is, in fact, a little large, but the fabric and the single rib knit make if skim closely to the body. And that is the problem. I have come to realize I do not like the way single rib knits cling. The turtleneck layer moved when I moved in ways that I wished it wouldn't. I felt like I spent the day constantly readjusting, and in retrospect I realized that I have been fidgeting every time I wear this top for the past 5 years. I keep it because it is the perfect color, but that, in and of itself, is not enough. I have eliminated almost every other single rib knit from my wardrobe, perhaps it is time to just let this one go. There is freedom in only owning and wearing what I like now, what I feel comfortable in now; not what I think I should like, not what I once liked, not what I think I might like again if x,y,or z should occur.