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| Classical paisley design |
I've come to the reality
that I should never wear white method I don't like wearing white. I
do but for various reasons one most important is that it makes me
look wide, very wide and the other Is the whole battle of keeping the
vast expanse of cloth clean. I've always been cursed as far as
keeping my closed clean. Lately, with the last couple years I've been
trying really really hard to keep myself presentable but it just is a
no go. I would love I would love to be able to blame this on my
disability on the fact that I have hands that are less than
functional but you know what I was a mess before my accident. So
perhaps the messes on the front of my clothing would not be as
monumental as they often are but they would still be there I know
they would be. I am just a downright messy person.
I am amazed at people most
notably women who could wear a white frock day in and day out.
Especially on Mondays. When I was working I would notice colleagues
and workmates Come to work wearing something white, a blouse, a white
shirt, light-colored pants. They would wear these all day then show
up on Tuesday wearing very close to the same outfit. I could never do
that. Somewhere along the line from the time I'm finally dressed to
the time that I meet somebody in public I'm going to drip, spell or
wipe something inadvertently on whatever I'm wearing that day. It is
taken my nearly 70 years to realize the best bet to looking halfway
presentable to wear something dark with brown streaks or designs –
– I was at my best I believe in the late 60s and Paisley were the
rage a person can hide a lot of dirt on a paisley design. I'm still
quite amazed that my mother purchased close that were actually in
style at the time when it was time for me to go back to school after
my rehabilitation.
This last weekend, Sunday
morning I was actually making French toast! I haven't made French
toast for some time but since I happen to come into some soft white
bread earlier in the week and I still had a carton of its scrambled
egg I had to use a.this is a perfect time. I don't know why I was so
careful I wanted to be so careful not like I was going anywhere that
day, Easter Sunday. Not like anyone is going come over to visit – –
which could of happened but didn't – – I just want to keep myself
unspotted. Over the years Dianne has made me towel ponchos. She would
take a large towel could a whole at one end for my head that I would
use that to cover myself often coming from bathing or shower. I begin
to wear this item when I would cook and even eat on occasions when it
was relatively important but I stay spot free. Yesterday I looked
high and low I've pretty much worn out my towel ponchos. I guess I
need to make a couple more. I do have one garment like this is not
towel and fits way too tight to be a anti-splash device. But now I
have some great excitement as I contemplate making a towel bib for
the old guy. After all I know a bib Is not that flattering and I
know that but neither is spots and stains all over a white turtleneck
shirt…
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