Sometimes in my make-a-(green) plan thinking and planning I need to play - in my imagination. These monochromatic clothes shown here just crack me up. I just have to share. There is a real appeal for me with monochromatic clothing. And I think it is an enjoyable pastime to think about the ultimate wardrobe. What would it be? How to solve any wardrobe dissatisfactions?
A little background . . . When I was a little girl I was envious of the parochial school kids who got to wear a uniform. I thought it would be wonderful to get out of bed and know what to wear. I loved my Camp Fire Girls summer camp because we wore navy blue shorts, pants or jeans and a white blouse (predated the t-shirt age that followed). Loved it.
About 5 years ago I started imagining a wardrobe that would fulfill all my needs. It would be loose, comfortable, flattering, good (non-synthetic) fabric and monochromatic. See, I learned more than 25 years ago that buying all black meant I could wear any garment with any other. I loved that freedom. I could also dye the whole lot to give it that deep color again.
I also had fun imagining I should dress as my own priest. Indeed, my clothes could be my vestments as I was high priestess unto myself. I collected images in a file from the internet.
Instead, I splurged and spent about $200 in January of 2005 with a whole new wardrobe of another type. There was this great sale at Target. (Aside: I now wouldn’t dream of shopping at Target, but I wasn’t aware of practices of retail stores at that time). I bought 6 sets of sweat pants with matching t-shirt and socks. I had 2 each of navy blue, black and gray. I even bought a tank top in each color with the bra built into it.
I swear to you readers that I wore these clothes every single day for two years. I dressed up twice to accompany my son to his girl friend’s family home for holidays (shudder). I also would dress in my former corporate outfits for dinner at my son’s restaurant, my few stints as a volunteer at the County Fair’s Straw House Build and a couple of other events. Aside from these occasions these black/gray/blue work clothes were my only wardrobe. I honestly thought my son should enter me in “What Not to Wear” on television.
Last year I dug out other casual thrift store clothes picked up over the years and wore these day in and day out. This was a minor attempt to appear more presentable. Yet, one navy blue set of the original sweat togs found its way back into my everyday life. This probably because all of those clothes were paint covered from my ’05 trailer remodel. This last Christmas my son begged me to get some clothes without paint. I just can’t seem to give a damn. Maybe another year. Besides, I have got piles of things that serve as garments.
Monochromatic wardrobe images