Some years ago I divorced my philandering husband. Someone thoughtfully told my mum to buy me a pink fluffy dressing gown as it would wrap me in love.
It wrapped me up in self pity. It was a cloak of despair.
It enabled me to mope around and feel bad for hours at a time without getting chilly (Scotland is chilly people, chilly).
Granted it enabled me to get out of bed, but that was it. Afterwards it supported me to not get in the shower quickly, to not hop right into warm clothes and go for a walk, to not get on my yoga mat.
It meant I could poke a spoon at a few pieces of soggy cereal and splash the milk a bit.
Why am I telling you this? Because I know that as a super-sensitive woman I am particularly affected by what I wear, and my surroundings.
It seems I am not anti-crazy-patterns (today I have all sorts of clash) but I am so much happier to be in clothes that are soft, flowy and label/zip free. When I dress well I feel great. By well I do not mean a business suit, I mean clothing that fully expresses me.
THIS simple behaviour really affects my whole day.
I work best when I feel soft, my body relaxed and warm, otherwise I’m just tense and grouchy and nothing is accomplished with love.
What about you? How aware are you of how clothing affects you?
– that lovely dressing gown? It went to the charity shop. I appreciated the thought behind it… I own a kimono instead. It mostly helps me to glide around my home.