Stuck in a rut
The past few months I’ve been wearing the same outfits in rotation. Ozma coveralls + black turtleneck or black dress + silk bandana. These wintertime staples are one less thing I have to think about among the daily musings of what to feed the redhead, what deadlines am I missing and what’s up in my Netflix queue. I blame the winter grays and our current administration for why I’m also a little rounder along the edges so each morning I reach for something comfortable and forgiving. My quasi-uniform got me thinking that being stuck in a rut may not be such a bad thing after all.
Several years back I was seeing an acupuncturist for some painful stomach issues. In addition to her treatments, she had me on a protocol that banned most of my favorite foods so my meals became unvarying: oatmeal with butter and a hard-boiled egg for breakfast, steamed veggies, brown rice and protein for lunch EVERY day. Once I got over the psychological hump of feeling deprived, I was kind of relieved not having to think when I packed my lunch in the morning. It’s easy to fall into the mindset that repetition means missing something, but when it’s done to feel nourished or comforted or for convenience, it’s not so much a rut as it is like driving through a carwash when you’re behind the wheel but don’t have to steer. As I type this, I realize I’m wearing my faithful turtleneck, though today I paired it with some denim culottes so I’m living just slightly outside the lines. And that’s ok. This approach to getting dressed doesn’t have to mean mindless monotony; it’s relying on basics and then adding a flourish here and there, like adding some salsa verde to that bowl of brown rice.
As the year comes to a close, I’m thinking about what key items I’m going to add to my wardrobe next year, the pieces that will take me through the winter grays and the transition into spring and beyond. I’m also pulling together a list of my closet and beauty essentials (some from my shop, some from elsewhere) to share with you all, in case you’re looking for those building blocks I rely on day in and out.
Until then, I’ll be perfecting my routine and finding other ways to simplify my life through repetition. You know, like only wearing black on days that end in “y.”