After living in so many different places, on the east coast, down south, across the pond, and on the west coast, I’ve seen a lot of different styles in terms of wardrobes. There’s dressy, cultured, punk, grunge, formal, and in my current city of Seattle, extreme casual to be borderline not even able to tell if someone is dressed or not.
I’m tired of the yoga pant clad butt in front of me at the grocery. The sloppy t-shirt and ripped jeans in an otherwise ‘nice’ restaurant. Even Papa goes to work in jeans/shorts/polo shirts/sneakers. His workplace is the most casual I’ve ever seen (I do understand the theory that since no clients will ever see the behind-the-scenes internet retail giant employees, who cares what they wear to work everyday? And my bank account delights in not having to deal with the exorbitant sums that we’ve previously coughed up to dry cleaners.)
But the idea of such a casual everyday society, the as I call it, undressed society, is depressing. I like pretty clothes. I like that my wardrobe consists of items that are scary-to-Pacific-Northwest-people. Items like trousers, linen, dresses, button down shirts that don’t contain ‘denim’ as part of the ‘made from’ tag. I like shoes with a heel, trench coats in a multitude of colors, suit jackets and jeans with (as Sprinkles likes to say) sparkle on the butt.
I enjoy saving t-shirts with pictures and logos for sleepwear or painting projects. I don’t wear them out to dinner at Wild Ginger. My neighbor frequently wears extremely ripped out knee jeans (not intentionally artfully done by a designer) and a stretched out tee with myriad little holes across the belly.
No one seems to take pride in how they dress here. I get told ‘wow, what are so dressed up for?’ when I wear jeans, a ‘fancy’ sweater and heels to the bus stop. Oh how I long for the east coast where I’d actually be considered ‘dressed down’ in such an outfit. Is it because I’ve hit my mid-thirties that I feel like this younger generation, and even my own generation, have taken casual to whole new frighting level of casual?
I’d love to wear clothes like these from Boden, and I admit I even splurged on these gold metallic brogues, and a few other things from Boden. The hard part will be dealing with the comments, not so much admiring, but critical. I’m not mixing so well with this yoga-everything, pajama pant wearing, tank top bearing Seattle crowd.
Wouldn’t it be nice to see people dressed like it actually mattered to them what image they present to the outside world? I take pride in what I wear. I just the rest of Seattle felt the same.