It all started with elementary school at St. Anthony’s, the white short sleeve shirt and plaid jumper. On Wednesdays, the brownie jumper was an acceptable substitute. As we got older, the jumper became a skirt and cool was defined by which Thom Mcan shoes you wore. The desert taupe high booties were cool, the low rust brown clunky suede ones were not. Guess which Thom’s I had? I’ll give you a hint, I also wore braces, headgear, huge glasses, had an uncontrollable giddy giddy and my face was stuck in a book 90% of the time.
Although at the time, uniform dressing discouraged any self expression or creativity, it had it’s good points. Life was simple, you get up, put on your uniform, grab your schoolbag (put on your headgear, try to smash your giddy giddy down) and you’re good to go. Five outfits were all you needed hanging in your closet.
Even though my job doesn’t require one, I find I’ve been gravitating toward my own unofficial uniform lately. On any given day, you’ll find me in rolled up army cargos or chinos, a soft black T and platform wedges or jeans with a white T and a jacket (ballet flats/boots for skinny jeans or again the wedges for boot leg). My casual day “uniform” makes it easy for me to get going in the morning without too much drama, no muss, no fuss.
Maybe one day I’ll feel like donning something a bit more complicated and expressive once again but for right now I’m enjoying the simple life.