Friday, October 10, 2008


There is something about a used pair of jeans and an old sweatshirt. That sweatshirt might have some subtle holes in the seams around the wrist.

I'm certainly not back to my pre-pregnancy size yet. But I am starting to be able to wear "normal" clothes again. I have no normal clothes. The clothes I had the day of the fire were maternity clothes. Most of the donated clothes have been maternity clothes (which were great by the way, since I didn't want to go buy a whole new wardrobe for 4 weeks!). Now all I want is to be able to walk into a closet and pick out clothes, my clothes, to wear.

I've lived in Manhattan. I know there are people who reinvent their wardrobe every season. That's not me. I love comfortable jeans. I like corduroy pants. I need a black pea coat. I was invested in my grey tweed Banana Republic jacket. Those things take time to acquire... years. And I had packed away those acquired clothes ready to wear after the baby. They were supposed to help me gauge my post-baby size to know how close I was to pre-baby. Now my oldest clothes are from 2008. No diversity of seasonal trends. No old t-shirts from college. Not even a pair of painting pants. I wonder how long it takes to break in a pair of jeans and a sweatshirt. At what point do they become old, worn, comfortable? I can't wait to get there.

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