Saying goodbye to the year is often wistful. Most years have highs that surpass any lows. Even a year when bad things happened can redeem itself by our efforts to overturn them. Not this year. We were "all in it together", a place no one wanted to be.
We still got dressed, but not as usual. We learned things about ourselves as garment-wearing homo sapiens. The question remains: Is it still fashion if no one sees you, or is it only clothes?
> I always felt better when I got dressed up, but I had to have a reason. A trip to the post office or grocery store or even curbside pickup at the library was reason enough to see if I could pull together an outfit and apply makeup.
> I actually got a little better at the makeup thing. I took my time and even experimented with new colors and techniques.
> I learned I have too many clothes that I don't wear and STILL can't get rid of.
> I faced the fear of letting my red hair fade to gray. I was afraid what it would look like growing out and afraid I would hate the end result. Well, fear struck out. Watching it evolve has been my own little science project. I even like having four different shades from white to blonde to grey to brunette. Where did that latter even come from???
> I shopped online more than ever before. Mostly I stuck with brands I knew for their quality and fit and returned more than I kept, but it was fun, SO much fun, waiting for the packages to arrive.
> My purchases were for the most part hopeful, not practical. Yes I bought socks, but I'm not sorry I have a few new blouses and dresses hanging unworn but waiting for their next act...just like me.
WELCOME IN, 2021!