We had dinner at our house on Sunday with some friends we’ve known for maybe 20 years. We just recently promised that we would get together as often as we can for girl time, dinner, cards, and maybe some wine. We hadn’t seen one gal since we played cards last month, and that’s just not acceptable.
We typically meet on a Saturday early evening, and this time, we changed it to Sunday. When the girls left, and the dishes were done, Leslie and I sat down and realized it was Sunday at 8:00 on a school night!
This school night anxiety goes back to Leslie’s early childhood. She and I differed when it came to school: I loved it, she tolerated it. Sunday nights were usually knots-in-the-stomach time for Leslie. When the Ed Sullivan Show was over and it was time for her to get to sleep, it was time for a little anxiety to creep in. (I probably was allowed to stay up another hour after that. The benefit of being the older sister!)
And now, all these years later, Leslie and I just prefer to be snug in our own home with the option to finish laundry, go to bed early, and theoretically pick out our clothes for the next day. Does anyone do that anymore?
I worked with a woman about 30 years ago. She was close to retirement age then, so I feel comfortable saying she was “an older woman.” She went by RM (short for Rosemarie) and she was beautiful in every way. Her best feature, in my opinion, was her wardrobe. This was back in the 80s, and you didn’t typically see women wearing pants. RM had beautiful suits and you’d have to wait months before you saw the same outfit again.
RM had a system. Everything in her walk-in closet had a tag on it and when RM wore an outfit, she’d write the date on the tag and, at the end of the day, she’d move that outfit to the end of the line. The likelihood of any outfit coming back around in a few months was very slim. (I had the pleasure of viewing her closet one day. RM invited me and another coworker to her house for lunch during the workday. We probably didn’t have time to eat anything because it took half the lunch hour just to look at her perfect wardrobe system.)
I think of RM often but, rest assured, I never attempted her wardrobe system. My closet is not big enough and I have never made enough money to have 75 or 100 outfits lined up in my closet. But I do spend a few minutes every Sunday night thinking about which of my outfits hasn’t been seen the longest by my coworkers. Do you think they keep track of what I’m wearing? Hell, I don’t keep track of what they wear.