No, I’m not talking about “real” uniforms… I did that for 12 years, as a firefighter. The Knight still does, but he also has the OTHER kind of uniform, which is really more of a go-to formula for getting dressed.
That photo works just fine for explaining that OTHER uniform. For work, he grabs a plain, solid tee, light colored in the summer, darker colors welcome in the winter. Summer, jean shorts. Winter, jeans. For not-work, he substitutes a golf shirt – or “polo” if you prefer – and might do twill pants instead of jeans. Unless he needs a suit or his dress fire uniform, that’s it.
No wonder the poor man gets impatient with me. I need to know what the day – or night – is going to hold before I can even THINK about getting dressed. I prefer dresses or skirts, but sometimes – like going to the dentist yesterday – it makes more sense to wear capris, leggings, jeans, etc.
Then, we have the shoe dilema… Is it raining? Is there a chance of rain or snow? Am I going somewhere (shopping? yoga class?) I might need to take my shoes off? Am I going somewhere I want my feet and toes safely secured inside the “ride”?
Do you have a uniform? I know one friend loves a tunic and leggings. She just needs to know whether to wear summer-weight tops and capris length leggings or a sweater-dress-like top with ankle-length leggings and boots. A few of you stick with the same dark pants (or jeans) and just let your tops and footwear set the mood.
My problem is as easy as a uniform makes getting dressed, I love to express myself through my clothes. It’s one reason I hate to pack for a conference. Yeah, I have a general idea of season, climate and appropriate attire, but who knows what mood I’ll be in?! Sure, the clothes can help set a mood, but what if I’m not in the mood wear what I packed? (I’m stuck, and I have to put on my big-girl panties and deal with it, but that’s hardly an ideal situation… so I over-pack, religiously.)
Last but not least, I’ll share a dirty little secret. I’m still six, and I still change clothes when I get home from work. Of course, that presents its own set of problems, because Sissy firmly believes that lycra means she’s going for a walk. Let the leaping, spinning and barking begin.
Do you do uniforms? If so… how? I know it makes getting dressed easier… but where’s the fun in that? I do realize not everyone works for their inlaws and can routinely be late for work because the dog wanted to snuggle, or because I had to try on 17 things before I gave up and came in wearing the first thing I tried on…