So, the weather here has been a bit crappy of late – cold, snow, “yuk” on the ground (yuk = slush) – you know, all the typical “winter” stuff. As I have lived in Ohio for 99.1% of my life, winter is no surprise to me, more like an inconvenience or an annoyance. I don’t mind it, really. Sometimes I find it quite beautiful – fresh snow, everything all white and smooth, like a landscape covered in marshmallow creme. Or after an ice storm, when everything is all crystalline and sparkly (and we still have power!) But what struck me as odd today, as I was considering winter, was how I distinctly remember an entirely different winter wardrobe as a child, compared to my “adult” winter attire. In particular, I thought about these today:
Yessir, classic five buckle rubber boots, the footwear I HATED as a child. When did I stop wearing these? I mean, I wear more expensive shoes now than I ever did as a child, and my feet quit growing many years ago (meaning I have the probability of wearing shoes “longer”) so when did I quit wearing boots?
Or hats? I must have had a dozen or more of these growing up:
I had black hats and blue hats and those weird hats you pulled down over your face like bank robbers wear. I had hats with stripes and hats with pom-pom balls on top and I may even have had a logo-d Shelby Whippets hat (the old scarlet and gray). I mean, when – better yet, WHY – did I stop wearing hats?
I proportionally have less hair now than I have ever had since birth. The “place where my guardian angel sits” (my bald spot!) is larger now than ever – and men lose like 70% of heat thru the top of our heads in winter. So, when did I leave behind my child “winter wardrobe” and decide that being an adult meant ruining leather shoes and having a chilly head when the snow flies?
I’m not sure what the answer to my question is – maybe its vanity, maybe its rebellion (Mom ALWAYS made me wear those stupid boots!), maybe its just the natural order of life when we “…leave childish ways and pursuits behind.” I’m not sure wearing boots, hats and gloves are childish ways – I’m gonna’ have to revisit that and give that some serious consideration.
In the meantime, most winter items are now drastically reduced for clearance. Plus, my beloved Martin always looks incredibly chic and handsome in his hats, gloves and scarves. Who knows? One day soon you might see me sporting a pair of these babies…
They are ridiculously fashionable and sporty, am I right?