Have you ever found yourself in a rut? Like a personal rut, not it is October and you are a male deer seeking female companionship kind of rut. Those kind of ruts are okay. No, I am speaking of a rut such as your family has eaten spaghetti for dinner every night for a month, the car hasn’t been seen dust-free for 6 months and life has gotten to be a monotonous continuation of days all melded together by dust and spaghetti sauce. That is the rut of which I speak. I recently discovered myself to be in such a rut. A clothing rut. I realized with horror I hadn’t worn anything but a t-shirt and shorts for 4 months, 2 days, 6 hours and 22 minutes. Except on Sunday mornings, but church doesn’t count. Only I actually went to Sunday evening church in the previously mentioned attire. WHAT HAPPENED TO ME? I own multiple scarves. I have a somewhat enviable brooch collection.
I used to live in flouncy skirts and cute blouses with baby doll sleeves and lace. Trousers and button-downs, carefully ironed. Heels for goodness sake! I found myself reduced to black GAP shorts, a Pink Floyd T-Shirt featuring the Dark Side of the Moon cover and flip-flops. Good Lord in Heaven.
Thankfully, due to the full length mirror I’d been avoiding for months and some recently acquired photos of myself I decided I must take action! I sat down and made a plan to follow for the next 30 days, a self-improvement plan so to speak. I was going to do 6 things every day for a month. Walk, Read my Bible, Go to bed at 9:00, Get up at 5:30, (I’ve already forgotten number 5 and I can’t find my list), and I vowed to not wear a t-shirt in public. So far I’ve walked almost every day, I’m a little over half-way thru Genesis, I have managed to go to bed a little sooner but getting up at 5:30 is apparently beyond me. Number 5 must not have been THAT important. But number 6, that I have been able to accomplish with flair!
Okay, maybe ‘flair’ is stretching it a bit. But still, 10 days and no old t-shirt on this girls back, no sir! And you know what? I feel so much better about myself! It is amazing how foreign some of my clothes felt for a few days but we have been reunited and, for the most part, still love one another. Except the size 4 green dress with matching 3/4 sleeve jacket and ribbon details that I bought in Atlanta 10 years ago. I love it but it doesn’t love me back because it decided to shrink without telling me and I can not get it over my hips. I thought that was very unkind, rude and borderline unforgivable. Don’t you? I hung it back up after giving it a good tongue lashing and informed it that it better get back right before Easter or I’m gonna throw it in the Goodwill pile. So there. In spite of a very spiteful dress my quest to dress like a real human has gone rather well. If you find yourself in a rut I’d suggest start with small things. By the end of the month, who knows, I may be up for saving the world! But I’m starting with my wardrobe……