The Battle of the Wardrobe

Clothing has an impact. What we wear has an impact on how we act. As a teenager I decided to stop wearing trousers because I felt a negative impact on my attitude when wearing them. As a nun, the habit I wore made it easier to behave in a more dignified manner. When I put on a pair of heels I instantly feel more elegant if a little less comfortable. 

Often I am happy with my clothes until I step outside and remember that others may see me. I remember particularly a time when I walked happily towards church, a girl passed me. I smiled at her as I passed and then wondered to myself what she saw when she looked at me. 

I was wearing a pretty spearmint dress, new but with a hint of Austen in it’s sprigged-ness, with a purple windproof jacket and some sort of function flat shoes. I had my blue over-ear headphones on and was striding along to the upbeat music playing in my ears with my hands jammed in my pockets. 

I must have appeared rather unusual. A mix of pretty impracticality with ill-favoured practicality which clearly indicates my inner struggle to combine my love for beautiful and usually expensive clothing with my need to stay warm and not live beyond my means. 

I look forward more or less patiently to the time when I will have a wardrobe of clothing so in accord with myself, and what I want to be, that I will be comfortable no matter who is about me; and when my mode of transport will give me more choice especially in the footwear department.