Friday my husband went to a luncheon with past co-workers, so I was home alone. I decided to shower and dress so he could take me grocery shopping the second he got back. I decided to catch him at the door before he could take his coat off, and it wouldn’t seem like a chore to him. (I can drive with my bad wrist, but I can’t push a shopping cart.)
So I’m dressing myself: pull-up elastic-waisted pants are still the order of the day; some kind of long-sleeved T-shirt, a fleece top, shoes and socks — and I’m good to go. Not sooooo fastttttttt…
My ribs still hurt from my fall (I don’t think I blogged about that before, because the wrist hurt so much more. Now that the wrist is getting better, the ribs hurt more.) So for the first time in 45 years, no bra for me. And when I go out, I always wear my wrist/arm splint, so it limits what I can wear for shirts. Looking in my drawer (and surprise, surprise, I’m behind on laundry), the only T-shirt that doesn’t have cuffs is a pinky-mauve. Okay. My fleece shirt of the day is blue and red. Well, nobody will see me at the store with my coat on, right? Navy blue pull-on knit pants (pull-on is all I can manage right now), and I’m almost done. Socks. Low on socks. Looking for a pair that is easy to pull on because socks are kind of tough to get on too. The only pair that fits the bill is a pair of Halloween socks. But wait, the lime-green cat with the crystal eyes will be under the pant leg. If I don’t sit down . . . this is when it hit me. A real aha moment.
“This is how it starts”. Those ladies we’ve seen through the years with their knee-high stockings rolled down to their ankles, the ones with slips hanging unevenly below their hem lines, stripes with polka dots, colors together that were never meant to be? It probably all started on a day when they were hurting or didn’t feel well. Then the deep dark slide into a fashion-less abyss begins. Oh, my God. I felt myself teetering at the precipice. I took the plunge and put on the Halloween socks. I will never look at those ladies the same way again, because I am one.
Sue
