I attended a meeting recently where many people were wearing purple clothing. Once I noticed this, my first inclination was to figure out a way to go home and change blouses. I was disappointed that I wasn’t with the majority. Then I caught myself. How silly. Own up to the fact that you’re standing out by not blending in, I told myself. Yea, that didn’t work on my psyche. Because this was an all-day meeting, I had the opportunity to ponder fashion for quite some time. How affluent we are. People are barefoot, starving and deprived of many things in other parts of the world. Here we are, buying purple blouses, ties, pants and shoes because that’s this season’s fashion. I’m not judging individuals. I used to be a clothes horse prior to babies. I suspect that once I’m an empty nester, I’ll go right back to my fashion crazed days. But now, when I don’t have the time or desire to do anything fashionable other than attempt to not embarrass myself too badly, I can’t help but wonder. We spend an awful lot of time and money on clothing. We throw out perfectly good clothes because it’s no longer fashionable. My favorite, most warm coat in the closet, gone. It’s offense? Having shoulder pads. I suppose it’s been like this for centuries. I wonder if there were different toga styles back in the day? And who didn’t love those nice wigs that men wore a few centuries ago? Standing back and looking at us humans I’m thinking we’re a little bit nuts with way too much time on our hands.
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