Sometimes I go to a girlfriend's house before going out, to help her pick out an outfit. It's funny how much time we spend getting ready only to wind up looking cheep in the end.
The next day, as customs and habit dictate, we either get out of bed for work, or, are lucky that it's Saturday and can enjoy the day with the silence of our hangovers.
Why is it then, that after having done our "to do's", that for the most part, we tend to not take the same effort in the days ahead. I understand that wearing a designer Balenciaga dress at work might be inappropriate, unless you are an editor at Vogue or W. Yet I wonder, why some people stray away from taking a little effort in getting pretty for work or going to the market.
I'm not one who cares about what other people think, but I care about what I look like. Even as an artist who sometimes paints for three days solid, during which time I only change my underwear and shirt, I still can't bring myself to wear the same outfit to the same place twice.
As creatures of comfort, we tend to stick with the patterns of convenience and habit. Though we dress up, we save our 'special' looks for 'special' places. Making the mundane seem just that, not important enough to be bothered with, leaving this world looking a bit sad, trashy and unattractive.
