Loosey goosey tops. Ones that look cute, almost dressy, but don’t cling to my body in 90 degree heat or after lunch burritos. Can I get an amen?
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Dressy flats. Because I’m fairly certain my heel days are o-v-e-r.
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Pants that fit properly. Let’s get real – finding a button shaped impression on your belly at the end of the day doesn’t make anybody feel good.
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Birks. Hallelujah. Few things make my feet as happy as a pair of broken in Birks.
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T-shirts. Ones so soft people like to pet them.
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T-shirts. Ones that come home that soft from the store, because the years it takes to break in a t-shirt usually also bring holes.
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Wick sweating baseball hats. Where have these been all my life? A hat that protects my hair (sun and color do not mix) but doesn’t make me feel like I’m about to pass out? Yes, please.
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The “lounge bra.” I can’t say I love bras as a concept so this one saved me. Even on those semi-public mornings when running around being all booby free isn’t the best idea – you know, like when other people’s kids sleep over and such – I still cry at the idea of wearing a real bra. Voila! Enter the lounge bra. Think t-shirt for your boobs and you’ve got the gist.
The older we get, the more comfort matters, so imagine what it’ll be like when you get to my age. I’m now all for leggings, loosely-goosey tunic tops, lounge bra (when necessary) and easy-care hair. I’m not out to impress anyone anymore, only myself.
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100% yes! And I bet you’re happier for it.
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