I like to be comfortable. Sometimes I’m convinced this is a part of Middle Age, but when I think back, I’ve always wanted to be comfortable. My biggest complaint about going to church on Sunday mornings was having to get dressed up in itchy, scratchy dresses and tights and shoes that pinched my feet. I still have an extreme aversion to wearing itchy, scratchy clothes, panty-hose and shoes that pinch my feet.
I am lucky enough to be able to work from home when I’m not traveling. So most Mondays and most Fridays I am working from my home office and the dress code is always casual in my office. We haven’t reached the age of video phones in my work world yet so no one knows whether I’m wearing my power suit or gym clothes and the gym clothes are far more comfortable. My co-workers and I are really glad there is no video conferencing yet. I’ve attended conference calls with wet hair, half dressed, the make-up of one eye complete but not the other, you get the picture. By the way, there is nothing more disturbing than having one eye made up and not the other. What if I forget and actually go somewhere like that or even just answer the door? Can you imagine the UPS man’s horror?
One of my co-workers, Rita, who also works from home, commented to me a few months ago (via a non-video phone of course) that it was nearly noon and she was still in her work out clothes. Rita then said, “Just to be clear, I don’t actually ‘work out’ in my work out clothes, they’re just what I wear to run my kids to daycare and any errands before I get my shower and get ready.” Rita thought that she was the only person who did this and was quite shocked when I told her I do the same thing. Not only that, but go to the grocery store any weekday morning and take a look around. Every woman (and man for that matter) there is wearing exercise apparel. I get up every day and put on my work out gear. Several days a week I actually DO jog a few miles on the treadmill, climb half a mountain on the stair-stepper and lift some light hand weights, but lately I haven’t been doing so well with that. My work out clothes just seem to mock me from the hamper as I do laundry. I imagine them saying “We’re not even dirty, there’s no sweat on us why the hell are we in the dirty clothes pile?” (I haven’t mention to other people that I imagine my clothes talking to me. I think that’s one of the things the meds are supposed to be for.)
Anyway, sometimes I think I’m just a step or two away from being one of those people who never wear real clothes but just stay in my stretchy yoga / running capris and loose, comfy t-shirts or warm-up suits. But there’s one thing I promise to myself, and to you, that I will never do. I will never don Pajama Jeans! Have you seen those commercials? Just how lazy do you have to be to wear jeans that feel like pajamas? Are these people blind because these things do NOT look like real jeans. Real jeans are . . . well . . . jeans! They are made out of denim. That’s what makes them jeans! Besides, I saw Pajama Jeans on sale at CVS this weekend and they are $39.99! For $39.99 you can get a very comfy work out suit with a jacket at Old Navy. Of course when you start talking about work out gear at Old Navy it gets that commercial ringing through my head, “Don’t jiggle it, when you wiggle it!” Have you seen that commercial?
Sorry, I get distracted easily. That’s probably my next post. Anyway, I will continue to be comfortable, often dressing in my sweats or work out gear and yoga pants, but I promise that the day I seriously consider Pajama Jeans, I will seek immediate medical attention. Now I suppose I should go get on that treadmill since I’ve got my work out clothes on . . .