What I wore all week: How to dress for an emotional roller coaster.

Q: What to wear when the agenda is "let go and go on" -- not "LFG." A: Your pajamas.

This week we decamped to Rockland Maine (stops in Portland coming and going) with our son and my parents. Our beloved son who left college and hasn’t figured out what’s next. My parents who are together dealing with my dad’s stupid health stuff. In short, a recipe for memories, love, and a tear or two. And at the end of it all, a solo trip back to MIA for some home court comfort. Kicked off with news of Biden’s departure — broadcast from the airport bar TVs. Why did I burst into tears? Because he’s my dad’s age? Because I love him for what he did for us? Because the country is just so f*cking shredded?

Once again (if you’re new here, I fear I repeat myself. But lucky for you, this is your first time hearing this one!), I think about the post divorce therapist who referred me to a book called “How to Be an Adult” — G-d I still kinda hate him — which said, among other things I’ve now heard often: “Let go and go on.”

It’s so f*cking hard. But there’s strength in it, I know. Thank you for the reminder, Joe. And for so much more.

As it happens, all this coincided with my Pajama Week in outfit planning. And pajama(ish) was just what the doctor (in my case the “doctor” referenced is def a shrink) ordered. You can’t stop the tears; sometimes things are sad. But you can dress for them. And it helps, I think.

Onto the outfits …

Monday

What I wore: Arthur Ashe x Rowing Blazers tee. Ralph Lauren denim shirt. LONOCO sweater. (This is my friend’s independent brand and I love it and she gave it to me. It’s 15% off RN.) John Elliott striped drawstring pants. Tibi brogues that I got preloved. Preloved Bottega belt bag from Tokio7 in NYC. Old Celine R necklace from eBay. Hub’s cap. Why: I am big on layering for a car trip, because A/C. I can button up, use the sweater as a scarf, etc. etc. Long pants that cover but aren’t jeans are good b/c I didn’t want to sweat my ass off when we got out of the car to get lunch and shop at my friend Tanja’s amazing Portland shop. (Tanja is the gorgeous blonde up there.)

Outcome: Absolute win. Total comfort, and felt like me.

Tuesday

I’ve loved the look of the whole boxers-as-shorts trend in all its iterations, but until now, only looked in from the outside because they were too short for me and my rosehip jelly to feel comfortable, personally. (If you’re new, and need “rosehip jelly” defined; here’s my glossary.) But —