Progress has been made, in my campaign to dress well in a semi-retirement/working from home mode. Khakis form a key component of the strategy, as do white shirts. But not just any khakis, and not just any white shirts.
You are always quite kind in your requests for more photos. Perhaps to help you deconstruct what on earth I’m nattering on about. So, responding well to authority as is my habit, I unrolled yet another enormous piece of cream colored paper, had my son help me tape it to the study shelves, set up a tripod, and performed the complicated ritual in which I:
- Put my reading glasses on so I can see the camera controls
- Try to remember which button hides the remote timer function
- Press the right series of commands
- Take glasses off
- Run round and stomp all over enormous piece of cream colored paper in an attempt to get my feet in the right place
- Run back, put glasses on, check results, try again
The point of said flapping and bustling being to show you these Karen Millen ankle-length khaki-colored pants, a new James Perse linen and cotton jersey paneled shirt, and new Remonte Derndorf “Vanessa” sandals.
The khakis fit well, and their finer fabric satisfies my textile standards. The shirt adds a little rumple, a little cling at the waist, to an otherwise classic safari look. Don’t worry, not so much cling that our little midlife tummy friend is revealed. The sandals are, as promised, very comfortable. (Thank you to rb, who suggested these in a comment.) And I often rely on the over-sized watch to uplevel an outfit, just a tad.
But I must reveal to you the depths of Sturdy Gal love for comfort. If I’m just running to the grocery store? Out the door in flip flops and a tee shirt, Costco sunglasses in hand. Sure, I dangle two diamond solitaires from a thin neck chain, wear lavender-gray pearl and diamond studs in my ears, but still, comfort is the focus. Sturdy is contagious, even precious stones susceptible.
Now, about the flip flops. As I’ve said, I’m a Havaianas fan. Their rubber is so squishy, so bouncy. You can order slim straps, for a little grace in the look. These are a very matte gold.
The white tee is from Banana Republic, and has a saga all its own. I’ve always worn crew neck shirts. They worked well in the days of broad shoulders, a narrow waist, and nothing much in between. As I age, I put on weight, some of which seems to have gone to my bustline. As a result, v-necks look better.
Don’t think I didn’t have to work at leaving the house showing chest skin. The High WASP heritage, reinforced by years of corporate life, has left me shy of a body reveal. Maybe now that I’m old enough to be many men’s mother, I relax my guard. Or maybe I’m inhabiting myself with more confidence.
In making the change from corporate life to one less formal, and from child-bearing years to midlife, I have found doors opening on beyond the one I thought I was going through. Like the long castle hallways we dream about. This is probably true for all transitions, or campaigns, white-shirted or otherwise.