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Style. I have been struggling with my style for
– well for as long as I can remember. 
My first realization that I had none came in 5th
grade.  I remember the day so very
clearly! My father worked long hard shifts and happened to be
working a “graveyard” shift as a mill superintendent
at a local mine. My mother apparently came down with some kind of
bug overnight and was very sick. In the morning she was no better
so I had to figure out how to get myself dressed and out the
door for school. Apparently my mother had always had final say in
what I wore, apparently with good reason. At any rate, I
distinctly remember putting on a blue and red plaid shirt and a
pair of pants and heading to school.  I
was stunned when my 5th grade "boyfriend"
looked at me and, in the honesty and earnestness of 5th grade
boys, asked me what happened - since I usually
looked much better. Reality check!  But
oh so true! I had many strange looks that day.




 




I have usually opted for comfort
over style.  I am apparently an


aberration

to the female gender since I do
not like to shop. I remember my mother dragging me along for
school clothes.  I would chose hiking
boots and jeans and she would pick out something “more
appropriate.” 




 




It seems like things have come full circle. I
now work with an employer for which jeans and hiking boots, or
shorts and Teva’s, are the norm, and I am in my
element.  Occasionally, I look at all
of the nice suits I have in my closet and think I should probably
put one on and look “presentable” but then I snap out
of my daze, slip into my jeans, put on my motorcycle jacket and
hop on my scooter and head to work.


  Oh, yes!  I remember the micro mini skirts I used to
wear!  If I dropped a pencil at school, I'd have to borrow
another because I couldn't bend over to pick it up. 
I remember my first bell bottom "hip huggers". Man, I
thought I was so cool!  Now I have too much hip and don't want
anything "hugging" it - unless it is my DH of course.

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Style. I have been struggling with my style for
– well for as long as I can remember. 
My first realization that I had none came in 5th
grade.  I remember the day so very
clearly! My father worked long hard shifts and happened to be
working a “graveyard” shift as a mill superintendent
at a local mine. My mother apparently came down with some kind of
bug overnight and was very sick. In the morning she was no better
so I had to figure out how to get myself dressed and out the
door for school. Apparently my mother had always had final say in
what I wore, apparently with good reason. At any rate, I
distinctly remember putting on a blue and red plaid shirt and a
pair of pants and heading to school.  I
was stunned when my 5th grade "boyfriend"
looked at me and, in the honesty and earnestness of 5th grade
boys, asked me what happened - since I usually
looked much better. Reality check!  But
oh so true! I had many strange looks that day.




 




I have usually opted for comfort
over style.  I am apparently an


aberration

to the female gender since I do
not like to shop. I remember my mother dragging me along for
school clothes.  I would chose hiking
boots and jeans and she would pick out something “more
appropriate.” 




 




It seems like things have come full circle. I
now work with an employer for which jeans and hiking boots, or
shorts and Teva’s, are the norm, and I am in my
element.  Occasionally, I look at all
of the nice suits I have in my closet and think I should probably
put one on and look “presentable” but then I snap out
of my daze, slip into my jeans, put on my motorcycle jacket and
hop on my scooter and head to work.


  I can't help but think we are from a generation of "our
own style". I came from the days when I came from my bedroom in a
skirt so short you could not even think of bending over, and my Mom
said I couldn't wear it to school. So I changed into a longer skirt
and rolled it up at the waist when I got to school!


We also wore what we thought were the tightest jeans we could jump
into with bell bottoms that swallowed our shoes. Can you remember
those blouses with the pointy collars and wild colors? I sure thought
I had style!


Now we really can't say too much when our children are wearing this
similar style of clothes. Especially now that we are seeing the empire
waist, baby doll shirts and dresses. We have come back to the
"style" we really loved.


Long straight hair, parted down the middle whether we were wearing
jeans or dresses!


What do I wear today? I work at a plumbing company so we wear jeans
and nice blouses and a pair of tennis shoes. Standard uniform for us
in the office. I wear dresses or skirts to church, but a lot of people
wear jeans and blouses. I guess we are a casual people! I love casual.



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Style. I have been struggling with my style for
– well for as long as I can remember. 
My first realization that I had none came in 5th
grade.  I remember the day so very
clearly! My father worked long hard shifts and happened to be
working a “graveyard” shift as a mill superintendent
at a local mine. My mother apparently came down with some kind of
bug overnight and was very sick. In the morning she was no better
so I had to figure out how to get myself dressed and out the
door for school. Apparently my mother had always had final say in
what I wore, apparently with good reason. At any rate, I
distinctly remember putting on a blue and red plaid shirt and a
pair of pants and heading to school.  I
was stunned when my 5th grade "boyfriend"
looked at me and, in the honesty and earnestness of 5th grade
boys, asked me what happened - since I usually
looked much better. Reality check!  But
oh so true! I had many strange looks that day.




 




I have usually opted for comfort
over style.  I am apparently an


aberration

to the female gender since I do
not like to shop. I remember my mother dragging me along for
school clothes.  I would chose hiking
boots and jeans and she would pick out something “more
appropriate.” 




 




It seems like things have come full circle. I
now work with an employer for which jeans and hiking boots, or
shorts and Teva’s, are the norm, and I am in my
element.  Occasionally, I look at all
of the nice suits I have in my closet and think I should probably
put one on and look “presentable” but then I snap out
of my daze, slip into my jeans, put on my motorcycle jacket and
hop on my scooter and head to work.


  From one "aberration" to another, thanks for the smile!

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Style. I have been struggling with my style for
– well for as long as I can remember. 
My first realization that I had none came in 5th
grade.  I remember the day so very
clearly! My father worked long hard shifts and happened to be
working a “graveyard” shift as a mill superintendent
at a local mine. My mother apparently came down with some kind of
bug overnight and was very sick. In the morning she was no better
so I had to figure out how to get myself dressed and out the
door for school. Apparently my mother had always had final say in
what I wore, apparently with good reason. At any rate, I
distinctly remember putting on a blue and red plaid shirt and a
pair of pants and heading to school.  I
was stunned when my 5th grade "boyfriend"
looked at me and, in the honesty and earnestness of 5th grade
boys, asked me what happened - since I usually
looked much better. Reality check!  But
oh so true! I had many strange looks that day.




 




I have usually opted for comfort
over style.  I am apparently an


aberration

to the female gender since I do
not like to shop. I remember my mother dragging me along for
school clothes.  I would chose hiking
boots and jeans and she would pick out something “more
appropriate.” 




 




It seems like things have come full circle. I
now work with an employer for which jeans and hiking boots, or
shorts and Teva’s, are the norm, and I am in my
element.  Occasionally, I look at all
of the nice suits I have in my closet and think I should probably
put one on and look “presentable” but then I snap out
of my daze, slip into my jeans, put on my motorcycle jacket and
hop on my scooter and head to work.

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Style. I have been struggling with my style for
– well for as long as I can remember. 
My first realization that I had none came in 5th
grade.  I remember the day so very
clearly! My father worked long hard shifts and happened to be
working a “graveyard” shift as a mill superintendent
at a local mine. My mother apparently came down with some kind of
bug overnight and was very sick. In the morning she was no better
so I had to figure out how to get myself dressed and out the
door for school. Apparently my mother had always had final say in
what I wore, apparently with good reason. At any rate, I
distinctly remember putting on a blue and red plaid shirt and a
pair of pants and heading to school.  I
was stunned when my 5th grade "boyfriend"
looked at me and, in the honesty and earnestness of 5th grade
boys, asked me what happened - since I usually
looked much better. Reality check!  But
oh so true! I had many strange looks that day.




 




I have usually opted for comfort
over style.  I am apparently an


aberration

to the female gender since I do
not like to shop. I remember my mother dragging me along for
school clothes.  I would chose hiking
boots and jeans and she would pick out something “more
appropriate.” 




 




It seems like things have come full circle. I
now work with an employer for which jeans and hiking boots, or
shorts and Teva’s, are the norm, and I am in my
element.  Occasionally, I look at all
of the nice suits I have in my closet and think I should probably
put one on and look “presentable” but then I snap out
of my daze, slip into my jeans, put on my motorcycle jacket and
hop on my scooter and head to work.

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