If you live in America and have a television, perhaps you’ve seen the Geico commercials featuring a talking pig. My current fave of this oeuvre shows the pig dealing with his on-line insurance business then re-focusing on his vacation. He leans back in his pool-side lounge chair and starts singing along to his music, “Boots and pants and boots and pants and boots and pants and…” For some reason, that fake song sets me to giggling.
After watching Sunday night’s Oscars, I was thinking about all the clothes. (I was thinking about other aspects, too, so don’t judge.) Everyone looked so fabulous, and the big stars don’t even own those clothes. They’re wearing them – for free! I’m all for that, for them, but can’t imagine experiencing that privilege myself.
My clothes are, shall we say, well-loved. I don’t shop a lot, and haven’t bought new duds in ages. Generally, I’m okay with this. Once in a while, though, I think it would be nice to freshen up my wardrobe. I think of this when I’m fantasizing about what I’d do if I won the lottery. Honestly. And I don’t even fantasize about going crazy with the shopping. Just some regular, off-the-rack pieces. I’d be great with that.
But for now, I’m donning my same old jeans, my same old t-shirts, my same old everything. And those clothes are clean and in good repair (mostly). I’m old enough to cast aside uncomfortable clothes – thank goodness – so I can’t complain on that front. Maybe I’m not complaining at all. Maybe it’s just the nearness of Spring, luring me to rejuvenation. I don’t know.
Or maybe it’s the fact that I wore my old cowboy boots to an Oscar party on Sunday night. And when I looked at them on Monday morning, I realized I’ve had those boots for 20 years. My feet aren’t complaining though, so I’m not either.