It happened today. The last thread by which I was clinging to my youth card snapped. It would take a Trumpian level of denial to conclude any thing other. I have jumped the shark and crossed to the side of the crazy old cat ladies. It is sadly official.
It all came about very unwittingly on my part. I didn’t mean to loose hold of that card. It is really a shame. It happened this way. If my clothes are reasonably clean at the end of the day, I don’t throw them into the hamper. I have a set of hooks on the outside of my closet door where I hang them to be reworn another day. Please don’t judge me harshly for that; my closet is small. And I don’t often entertain in my bedroom. My clutter bothers me less than washing my clothes every week.
There are a couple of mitigating circumstances you should know about. The first being that there is a good deal of roadwork and accompanying mess going on right in front of my house right now. I have to traverse that mess each and every time I leave my yard. As a result, my shoes, my socks and the cuffs of my leggings or jeans get filthy every day and must be washed. The second circumstance is that it is Indian summer here, and the weather changes are volatile. One week we are in the 90’s, the next we have days where we don’t even break 70 degrees.
The other day, I put on a pair of leggings, blouse and sweater and started out the door. But before I got to the garden gate I realized I was terribly overdressed for the weather. So I went back, picked out a pair of capris and left the sweater behind. The next day I wore the capris again, but with the polka dot blouse seen in the picture above. The leggings and the sweater stayed on the hooks. That night I hung the polka dot shirt on one of the hooks to wear again later.
This morning I…I have no excuse. I don’t know what I was thinking. After my morning shower I grabbed the clothes on the hooks and put them all on without thinking; obviously without looking at them either. Not only did I put those clothes on and putter around the house, I walked out the gate and paraded all around town in them too. Umm, hummm…for four and a half miles. On coming home, my camera snapped the picture above. I am mortified! Have I become a plumped out version of Maxine? Am I the cranky old cat lady now?
Yep, that card fell right out of my hands. It’s pretty much gone forever…
Sadly you are not alone.
ReplyDeleteWell, it had to happen sooner or later. Welcome to the old cat ladies club!
ReplyDeleteAll is not lost, as long as you didn't wear your fluffy bedroom slippers downtown. You didn't, did you?
ReplyDeleteNo, but I did wear them on the train.
DeleteHah! It isn't so bad, I do much of the same thing. I have pants that get worn over and over again because I am doing chores in them, hiking in them, getting mule hair in them and what not. Then I shake them out to put on again in the morning, because they will accumulate more mud, hay chafe and hair. I even go to the feed store with chore boots on and pants tucked into them.
ReplyDeleteI've even done chores in my PJ's under my coveralls!
You are normal!
Haha you look great to me! Do people wash their clothes after they've worn them once??
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