In retirement, I have found it’s very easy to slide down the appropriate clothing ladder. All the way to the bottom. Especially when days consist of early morning pajama-clad and sofa-based writing, interspersed with garden forays and the boy child’s old Outdoor Action shirts.
When I have to leave the house, I can’t be arsed, as the British say, to get dressed up. Luckily I haven’t yet shown up at the grocery store in pajamas.
No, mostly when I go out – on errands, mind you, social occasions warrant a little more effort – I grab whichever pair of boyfriend jeans hangs on a chair in the bedroom, a t-shirt, a cotton jacket, and a pair of earrings. Then I slide my feet into Birkenstocks. The other day I caught myself thinking that the Vince sneakers were too much work because I had to bend over to pull them onto my heel.
How the mighty have fallen. Or, more aptly, how those concerned with the social ticks of a workplace may dress when their career has quieted. BTW, I did speak strictly but fondly to myself and put the sneakers on my dang feet.
I find so much of retirement dressing, for the Sturdy, involves ensuring that even one’s absolute dregs are presentable. To that end, I’m thinking of buying a pair of slides. You know, shoes you can “slide” into?
The Grande Dame might like these, by Miu Miu. Diamonds on the heel of her shoe.
Tory, of course, is her friend, if a tad “rustic” on occasion.
The Artsy Cousin, in her urban guise, loves the minimalist artisan look at Need Supply. And yes, MinArts is a thing if we say so.
In her more traditional mode, Artsy will be sourcing embroidered Turkish slippers on Etsy. Vintage is best, although she does want to support a new generation of craftspeople.
The Sturdy Gal worries, “Where do one’s toes fit?”* and chooses these. Sturdies love a little glitter – besides gold pairs so well with navy.
Or these, Adidas originals, because she’s worn these since her college lacrosse glory days and didn’t know they’d bloomed fashionable.
If none of the above tickled your fancies, Grande Dames might like Jeffrey Campbells’ not-too-expensive flowers, the minimalist Artsy a lilac (!) not-too-expensive Babouche. Sturdies might feed their secret desire for luxury in Donald Pliner’s black suede.
(Hat tip to Twitter, where, when I posted the Need Supply shoes, someone replied with that question about toes. Wish I could remember whose brilliance to credit. Unrelated, don’t rude phrases sound so much better in British English? Edited to add, sorry I forgot, affiliate links may provide commissions.)