Have you found a whole new you this last year? Have we changed forever the way we are?
I have been pondering this. I feel differently about many things – small and big – and I suspect Covid is to blame or to thank? The answer is a little bit of both.
There is no doubt “resentment” comes to mind when reflecting on illness, lost opportunities, friends missed and moments cancelled but there is also “gratitude” to be found. I am behaving differently; I am more paced, more thoughtful and less frenetic. This is not a bad change. I doubt I’m less ambitious in my projects but simply more patient. The classic, “I’ll get there in the end”, an expression that would normally annoy me is quite in line with my thinking right now. And it’s ok.
We have all been stuck this past year, wherever we live, and while it’s different circumstances for everyone there has been a monumental change. There is no escaping our smaller world and the loss of our global freedom.
It’s not only the big stuff.
My love for fashion hasn’t disappeared but it has made a sharp U-Turn and come to a few grinding halts some days. I still dress up one day every week and have a “red” lips day but when I meander through my regular sites my search words are completely different. Think sweater, hoodie, sweats, tracksuits and trainers as opposed to midi, maxi and little black dress. Lace still manages a workout but less frequently.
My birthday is coming up. Who is this woman who requested a new hoodie? Seriously I swear someone has kidnapped the real VA.
I know the kind of sweat pants I like and the length of the hoodie; I can tell what is comfortable for lounging and walking. These are not thoughts I would have boasted about a year ago. My trainers are wearing thin and they are top of my list to replace – I’d like a whole new wardrobe of trainers because they are earning their keep. What happened to my endless love of the pointed, pretty and feminine? Will I ever wear a heel again? I seriously wonder where and when? It’s going to be tough when I do.
Maybe I should practice walking in them every day for five minutes to keep the balls of my feet in shape? I’m not serious but it will be a shock.
Back to my trainer /sneaker crush.
I don’t go for designer styles – rather sports brands. The designer trainers, while sometimes completely fabulous, aren’t necessary to rock the look. They are one area we don’t need to spend thousands of $$$ on to look the part and feel the pleasure.
My go-to trainer seems to be Nike – for no other reason than I like them.
They are not only comfortable but also offer so many colour combinations it’s impossible to be bored. My moods switch between the monochrome, the pastels and the madness of full-on colour. I like their padded soles, their wacky laces or not and I love the way they feel cosy and firm on the foot. Looking down at the colour of my trainers is a new joy.
Silly? Yes. I say take it where we can. xv
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