My wardrobe has 3 or 4 stages of formality (or slovenliness, as the case may be).
My workplace is semi-casual. There is no dress code, but I set my own. I wear dark-wash jeans or dress pants with shirts/T-shirts or pullover sweaters (occasionally other “tops”) and a cardigan or jacket. When I have a business meeting, I wear nicer shoes! We managers joke about it: “What do you mean, the meeting’s cancelled? I wore jewellery!”
When I’m off work and I leave the house, I wear jeans and a different selection of casual T-shirts and hoodies, with either boots or sneakers. I dress the same regardless of where I’m going: the mall, a movie, church, or a family dinner. But I am more likely to wear a pleather jacket to a concert in the (probably misguided) belief that it’s “cooler.”
After work, I immediately change into “house” clothes. I got into this habit because I refuse to get cat fur on my work clothes, and I don’t want cooking stains either! My house clothes are sweatpants that I am not ashamed of – they are wider-legged yoga pants made of fleece – and a selection of T-shirts and hoodies that I wear only at home. I have a super-thick fleecy hoodie for those days I just can’t get warm, and if all else fails, I have a “TV blanket” for curling up and reading. And two cats!
I also wear slippers. My current pair have a hole in one toe but I haven’t given up on them yet.
In the summer I have one pair of shorts I will wear around the house, but otherwise they are on my no-no list. The two weeks of the year it is 30+ degrees, I will wear a skimpy nightdress around the house.
Saturday and Sunday mornings, I try to get dressed by lunch time. Until then I am happy to stay in pyjamas and a bathrobe, hanging out online and drinking homemade lattes. I like silly pyjama pants. I have two pair of Hello Kitty, and one with owls. I wear them with tank tops because post-menopause, I am always too hot (which seemed like it would be heaven during the decades when I was always freezing).
When Rom first moved to Canada, I told him all Canadians wear socks to bed, as I did. I’ve only recently confessed this may not be the case.
I am super-modest. I never have a coffee on the back deck in my bathrobe or take the garbage out while wearing my pyjamas.
If anyone rings the doorbell on weekend mornings (like kids fundraising for their sports teams) and I’m not dressed yet, I don’t answer. This isn’t uncommon, though. I don’t see my neighbours outside in their bed-clothes, either. I tried to talk to my next-door neighbour once when I noticed shingles missing from his roof. He scurried away and pretended not to hear me because he was under-dressed!
Lots of people of all ages hit the grocery store or Walmart in their pyjama pants, but it’s not for me.
I have yoga pants but I only wear them to the gym. When I was coming of age, leggings or stirrup pants (!) were worn with tunic-length tops, and I haven’t moved past that yet. With a shorter top, I feel like I’m wearing tights without a skirt!
I don’t mind what other people wear and I admire people who are more audacious than me.
Sometimes I wish we were back in the era of my grandmothers’ house dresses. These were simple dresses that you wore only at home, for doing cooking, cleaning and childcare. You might wear an apron, but it was OK if they got dirty because your nice dresses were saved for going out.
But I would not be cool with (a.) staying home, and (b.) changing into a nicer dress and doing my hair and makeup in time to bring the newspaper and a cold drink to the husband as he sat in his easy chair after work!
Luckily Rom and I have similar apparel standards for in and out of the house. Or in and out of bed, socks notwithstanding!
What do you wear at home? Around the neighbourhood and out for errands?