This morning I found myself dressed in fleece penguin pj bottoms and a button down fleece polar bear pj top.
I realized I needed some key ingredients to continue my baking today. As I went outside to my car I realized what I was wearing and then began to have an internal argument about whether or not it was socially acceptable to go dressed the way I was.
My first instinct was of course this is fine, go to the store, who cares what other people think. But then a second voice took over. What about your new goal of dressing for each day, and not looking like a hobo? And then of course I had to ask myself why I felt the need to dress a certain way just because other people were going to see me. Was it because I felt that I needed their acceptance into their mundane days, did I need a nod of approval in order to feel that my attempts at dressing myself were praiseworthy? And if so, why? Why could I just not go to the store dressed as I pleased for a cold winter day? Why could these people also go to the store dressed in whatever attire made them the most comfortable? And then my head started to hurt.
So I compromised, I went inside and put on a fleece pullover so that I didn't look like an abnormally tall 6 year old. As I was driving to the store I wondered what I had compromised? My individuality, my ability to choose to dress myself as a I wished? Did I not compromise and instead conform? But if I was not conforming and instead actually cared about my appearance, is that the same as conforming to other's ideals? Are my ideas of appropriate dress simply caused by what my peers think is appropriate dress? And do I really choose my own style, or does everything around me choose it instead?
Oh well...too philosophical for me. I'm going to stick with cookies. Which I've wondered recently why isn't it making me any money. I'm good at baking, I enjoy baking, others enjoy my baked goods? Why haven't I marketed this yet and how do I go about doing it?
Camilla: in Roman mythology, legendary Volscian maiden who became a warrior and was a favourite of the goddess Diana. According to the Roman poet Virgil (Aeneid, Books VII and XI), her father, Metabus, was fleeing from his enemies with the infant Camilla when he encountered the Amisenus (Amazenus) River. He fastened the child to a javelin, dedicated her to Diana, and hurled her across the river. He then swam to the opposite bank, where he rejoined Camilla.
In Rio some times I would spend whole days in nothing but a swimsuit and flipflops.
ReplyDeleteIf all you have to do is going to the store, I think grunging it up is fine!