February 20, 2018

Older Woman Learning A New Language!

Lately, it has become clearly apparent that I am acquiring a new language, at this late stage of my life!  At times I do peruse online sites and will marvel at the new verbiage that is being used, to describe clothing, behavior, and ways of living, with new monikers.  

Growing up I was clothed with the basic necessities that I assumed all of my peers were wearing, as well.  Another term for basic necessities I’ve learned is now called a “capsule wardrobe” or “minimalist clothing”.  There really is no significant difference when an individual wears clothes that can be used to form the basis of outfits for all occasions, so why change the moniker?  I always dressed in a minimalist fashion even as a  young girl. On one occasion, for my first high school dance, I was allowed to go to Jordan Marsh and pick out a spring jacket, being it was the end of March.  I returned home with my mother’s charge card and a red blazer similar to the one George Harrison wore on the cover of the Sgt. Peppers Lonely Hearts Club Band album cover, it went over like a lead balloon!  She immediately put on her trench coat, now called a rain coat, and we left to find a more “suitable” item of clothing.  Little did I know on this day my mother taught me the basics of capsule/minimalist wardrobes.  She marched me through the Jordan Marsh main building towards the annex where on the bridge connecting the two buildings were many display cases containing a rainbow assortment of twin sets.  I immediately gravitated to the chartreuse twin set, the color of the liquor I now know as Midori. As we walked a little distance away, she strongly whispered; “Choose a color you’ll wear this spring into summer or get a color you can wear now and in the fall.”  I chose hunter green, being it was the color of March and would match my school uniform.  On the way home, my mother didn’t tell me to meditate, she mentioned I should think before I make purchases, and make wise decisions.  Who knew at this early age, I began to  utilize the practice of “self-talk” before making decisions.  Self-talk is a really popular thing to do these days, and I  agree with the positive motivational effects of self-talk, but I’m sticking with the compass I’ve used to navigate life thus far, plain old thinking and talking to myself. My inner voice and compass guide me and I have learned to trust them. 

Even though I am resistant to gratuitous change, I’ve absorbed and retained the changes that are necessary for me not to be perceived as an ossified fossil.  I no longer look in department stores for reasonably priced clothes, I now know they are in the contemporary department.  I no longer use the word slacks when referring to my pants or woman trousers, and no longer reach for a chapstick as a remedy to soothe my winter lips, I apply my lip treatment, what all the gals in the know use. For whatever the hip term is these days, it’s all about self-care and self-acceptance. Follow your inner voice. Follow your bliss. Have a great week!

 

Comments

  1. Elise Ferrara says:

    ❤️

  2. Mister Bristol says:

    This post is so fine!