Some days I just don’t want to live up to my clothes.
Perhaps the physical fails. My hair isn’t clean enough, my eyes not bright, I’m tired. Perhaps it’s the emotional. Every now and then I misplace my will. Don’t want to soldier on. But, well, that’s what they pay us for.
In those moments, I need to degrade gracefully. I want to raise no hopes, wave no flags, make no promises. On these days, I’m in navy. It’s cultural, and complexion-based. High WASPs like navy blue, ruddy Sturdy Gals especially. These clothes don’t challenge, at all. Sometimes defining the negative carefully is more useful than attempting the positive.
I get that this isn’t stylish. That’s kind of the point. Surely you have a similar fallback in your closet? Appropriate to your situation, your coloring, and your culture?
Yes, we wear old jeans in my office. Trust me on that one.
Not only am I in navy, I’m in navy and a light blue shirt. While on a good day, I’ll pair navy with orange, on a rough one, I retreat. This Brooks Brothers button front has the additional good sense to require no ironing at all.
It’s a good thing they pay me to think, not feature pops of color.
A full reversion to the mean would imply pearls as well. But I almost always can locate a little reserve of audacity, if I’m careful. In fact, preserving a seed encourages the full flower to return. Probably High WASP audacity blooms like wisteria, dropping purple petals all over the back patio chaise longue. I could imagine other personalities breaking out in peonies, or birds of paradise.
These are dragon earrings, from San Francisco’s Chinatown. The jewelers use 24K gold, and it’s very red gold, almost orange.. Doesn’t matter if no one else notices. One dresses for oneself, at the end of the day. Earrings are the final gate. I surrender until you get right up close.
In centuries past, dragons flapped wings and fire through faraway, unexplained regions. These days, the most mysterious region is our self. Onwards.