In search of Lofted Settledness

Strap a sash on + enter life's pageant. Don't worry; there's no bathing suit competition.

Let’s start with the origin of this post, a series of comments from a lovely reader that I found so interesting, they derailed what I had planned and demanded attention (in the best way!).

You get the question, yes? It’s like, why bother? If the only person who sees you is your partner. Of course getting out of sweats feels better. We know this. But why “move to the next level?”

This is such a juicy one. A constant back and forth I also have with my mom. Every time I swing by her place, which is mostly just to hang out with someone who loves me unconditionally, even in a flammable polyester jumpsuit, she tells me how much she loves what I’m wearing, and about how she’s saving her own (Tibi skirt, whatever) for the next time she will go out.

And I always say - why aren’t you wearing your clothes?

So. Let me take it from the top.