A somewhat odd title given that in many ways, I’m a bloke. Well, at least physically. Socially, mostly yes, but in my head and my heart, it’s a little more complicated. If you’re reading this, either you’re very lost on the Internet, researching something, or you may have a similar situation. 🙂
Earlier in the week, I was involved in some formal doodah that required the wearing of a suit. Oh, not a Birthday Suit for those of you who’ve gone there and, frankly, shame on you. 😉
Glid comments aside, there is something about these outfits that make me feel rather uncomfortable. It’s a bit daft as, well, it’s trousers and a shirt. No big whoop there. Perhaps it’s the shoes I’m not used to, the feel of the cloth, the tie, or perhaps lots of little things, but a suit does not feel like me. It feels heavy, constricting, or blanket-like as I feel it swamps me.
It’s not like I go to work in Lynn mode – maybe one day 😉 – but as Richard, my employee dress code is fairly relaxed, so jeans and a cool (pretty) shirt suffice. Maybe that slight expression of self in a pretty shirt is enough to tick the box that lets me feel a bit more in the middle than lost in corporate wear. Mind you, a sheath dress or skirt suit and I’d be fine. 🙂
Where are we headed with this? Glad you hung around to ask 🙂 I guess if there is any takeaway from this, is being able to tell yourself that such suiting is only temporary. It doesn’t need to define you and you are more than what you wear. When I’ve been to family events where, again, a suit has been the order of the day, I know it is best for me to be happy for those who are rocking a more femme look and know that my time will come again. Green-eyed monster moments do not help and if anything, the claws are very much turned inwards. Best, instead, I think, to ignore and remember fancier times.
Oh, and as a shameless link to post a photo of last night’s outfit, so it was that the dress I’ve had in & out of my travel bag for the last five times finally got a look in. I did have a wry smile to myself – carefully when putting your lippy on, by the way – thinking that it was only a few days earlier that I looked remarkably different. 🙂 Still, the need to nip out to pick up emergency biscuit replacements made me wish I’d brought a coat along too. Brrr…. fashion and comfort – uneasy bedfellows 🙂