dusted off the ol’ trusty clydes for work today.
i haven’t worn these clydes in months! but now that i got me some ankle boots, i’m good to go for this 32 degree “spring” day. the knees and edges of my clydes are slightly faded from wear and i like it! i’ve had these for maybe two years now? maybe even longer. i own the now discontinued twill cotton version. i can’t imagine getting these pants in the new cotton canvas fabric. it would look way too bulky on me. i know a lot of people look great in them though, but i much prefer the soft, almost flannel like texture of these old versions. i kind of got over my strong urges to buy more ES clothing this spring. even the parabola top and pants aren’t screaming at me like they used to. i’d rather look more “normal” these days, but that could just be a phase i’m going through right now.
as for this bag, it isn’t heavy when i’m not carrying much in it. but today i bought a bottle of olive oil at the hospital farmer’s market and that made my bag feel much too heavy on my commute home. when a bag is already 2.4 lbs. by itself and then ya add 1 more lb., it’s tough! i’m also a major weakling, so other more fit people might not feel this way. so far the stress relief from having things organized in my bag has been worth the extra weight.
the other day, i happened to mention this blog to a good friend of mine who was surprised i was still blogging after all these years. she obviously has no interest in my blog, lol. she was surprised that i had kept up with it and said she would have quit a long time ago. it’s funny because i’ve had people make similar comments about other things i do for fun too, like oil painting for example. i had a friend once tell me ‘i could never have the patience for something like that’. or when family members wonder out loud why the hell you are doing something if you are not making money off of it. my internal response is always: not everything is about making money! i think a few years ago, a comment like that would have made me doubt myself, but now i don’t sweat it. i just remind myself that something that feels like work to someone else can be fun and worthwhile to me. and if someone doesn’t get that, it’s simply not meant for them.
[outfit: *marni cashmere cardigan, old zara basic organic cotton top, old elizabeth suzann clyde twill pants, uniqlo salmon colored socks, hopp studio zip up boots, *cluse watch, *dagne dover midi bag]