Friday, February 19, 2010
In Praise of Comfy Clothes
When I had an 8-5 job, I did the whole skirted suit and heels thing each day. Now that I'm writing full time, I know I should still dress well and slap on some make up, if for no other reason than not to scare small children when I go out to walk Mack the Wonder Dog.
But to be honest, I do my best work in my jammies! And my DH seems to consider it a feather in his cap that I'm able to greet him still in my jammies when he comes home from work. (Though it does feel a little weird to take off my jammies for a shower so I can put on fresh jammies.)
So I'm glad there is a second level of comfy dressing I like to call "plathing around in my sluvvies." (This is a saying borrowed from my daughter and while it may not be standard English, it fits.) Though the folks of What Not to Wear would dispute it with their dying breath, comfy people are happy people. And "fashionable" and "comfy" are two circles in a Venn diagram that rarely overlap.
What are sluvvies, I hear you asking. Sluvvies are clothes that could have been worn in the Matrix movies. Now I'm not talking about the slick, skin-tight leather and cool floor-length dusters the characters wore when they were kicking butt. I'm talking about the worn, tired, frayed and holey stuff they sported when they were chilling in Zion. I'm talking fabrics that caress your skin, that lower your blood pressure, that just plain make you feel at home inside them.
I have just such a Matrix sweater. It's faded and oversized. The neckline is frayed and the wrists are so stretched I could roll the sleeves up to my armpits if I wanted. But this sweater breathes. Pair it with old jeans and I'm "plathing in my sluvvies" big time. Usually, I save my sluvvies for days when I know I'm not going anywhere (ok, ok, I have been known to sneak out to the movies in it, but hey! It's dark in the theatre!)
I know I ought to toss my Matrix sweater. If one of my kids tried to go out wearing something as tired as this, I'd send them back to get redressed. But it's soooooo comfy, I can't bear to part with it until it literally unravels in the wash sometime.
How about you? Do you have a set of sluvvies and just didn't know what to call them?
PS. It's Friday, so I'm blogging at The Chatelaines too. Hope to see you there!