Prose On Clothes

8 Mar

My regular guest blogger, DiVoran Lites will be posting today. You may have noticed my tweets quoting her advice on friendship.

I love soft clothes for home, for my potato couch, and for a power walk. Youth knows mini skirts, but as I recall you can’t cross your legs without exposing your underwear. I remember pointy toe  high-heels. My aunt Waunita wore them to work and they eventually made her toes overlap. Permanently. Are girdles now called Spanx? It doesn’t matter; you still can’t breathe in them. Solomon, said, “behold, all is vanity,” But I’m not here to preach. I’m just here to tell you that this morning I got out of bed and put on a loose tee-shirt, a pair of knee socks with orthopedic sandals, and elastic waisted knit pants. Admit it. When you don’t have anyone to impress, not even yourself, you probably love soft old clothes yourself, do you not?

A verse for thought

Isaiah 61:3

King James Version (KJV)

 3To appoint unto them that mourn in Zion, to give unto them beauty for ashes, the oil of joy for mourning, the garment of praise for the spirit of heaviness; that they might be called trees of righteousness, the planting of the LORD, that he might be glorified.

2 Responses to “Prose On Clothes”

  1. barbara March 9, 2012 at 2:15 pm #

    I made fun of my mom when she started wearing elastic waist pants, but now I feel about a hair’s breadth away from caving into the comfort zone:) Fashion is definitely the leading killer of women.

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    • oldthingsrnew March 11, 2012 at 9:57 pm #

      I did the sam thing, Barbara. I gave up the sexy heels ten years ago.

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