Clothes
Bob was the first boy friend who told me I was “pretty.” Actually, he didn’t tell me. I overheard him tell my college roommate. Later, after we were married, he told me he really said “She could be really pretty.”
In any case, my self-confidence soared based on that comment and I lived up to it. The first year we were married I lost twenty five pounds of fat, began sewing with more expensive cloth, and studying makeup and hairstyles and all that stuff that affects one’s self-confidence as a young woman. I spent most of my time, away from my secretarial 9 to 5 job, in an exercise class or exercising at home, shopping for shoes, until I lost weight and it would make sense to buy body clothes, and generally concentrating on my appearance. It is true for me, clothes do make a difference in how I feel. How I look makes a difference in how I feel. It’s pure fun to dress up—whether it’s for yard work, yoga, church, partying, meditating, or whatever else I’m about to do..
My reward to myself for losing the twenty-five pounds was a white cotton sheath dress from I. Magnin, an upscale store in Pasadena . I’ll always relish the memory of standing on the little platform while the seamstress placed pins to mark adjustments. That $25 polished cotton twill dress fit me like a glove. With it, I wore white gloves and a large red straw “picture” hat and the white high heel sandals I wore with my wedding dress a year before. It was a great Saturday afternoon adventure to dress up and drive my Model A Ford to the Broadway or I. Magnin’s, pull up under the portico and have the doorman open my car door, take my white-gloved hand and assist me out. Then I’d parade into the store, head high, with less than $25 in my purse, but who was to know? I couldn’t afford to buy anything, but I could wander around in the store to my heart’s content.
All of this clothes stuff has to do with my urge to be creative. Role-playing and dressing for the part are creative activities I still enjoy.