I really feel flattered and honored when someone comes up to me in a parking lot and tells me I have the best fashion sense he has ever seen. It is especially nice because I am with my husband. Usually this sort of thing happens when someone ambushes me during the 15 minutes or so I have been separated from my husband at Walmart, so I have to file a support with him after the fact.
But this time he was an eye witness.
To see what I mean go to my Instagram page. And why not follow me on Instagram so you never miss out on my latest hijinx?
I have read a bit about how fashions are supposed to have an effect on the stock market and politics and heaven knows what else.
I wear fashions because of how they make me feel. Today it was sunshine yellow because I was hit with a streak of optimism.
I have since heard of “fashion psychology” as a field. Fashion psychologists sit with women finding out what colors they have preferred, and what styles, and helping them choose a new wardrobe for, presumably, a happier future.
In this way, at least, I do not think I am so complicated. I love the styles I grew up loving in the latter half of the twentieth century.
I could not purchase the clothes of female authority then, for I was both too financially challenged and too heavy.
My favorite color changed from blue to purple to hot pinks and magentas as I found a little success and optimism.
If you feel good about yourself when you look in the mirror, what you are wearing is a very good choice.
Research marches on.
I have been sometimes asked ahead of time if and how a woman can avoid this. For many years I have been recommending pre-marital evaluations to friends as well as patients. Many years ago women were shocked and shrugged their shoulders. I was “ruining” romance. I always told them that it was their call how they chose to live life.
But some pieces of science are interpreted by university press offices who deliver them back to me. Sometimes, the message is so strong that I am nevertheless impressed, and need tooooooooooooo tell my beloved followers. Like an article I just read: “Modern Parenting may hinder brain development.”
As that kid in Peanuts says, “AAUUGGHH!” I had always believed that civilization progressed only forward. I became a history buff when I was a child largely because I believed a dictum (which was once attributed to Harry S. Truman; more recently, I think, to Winston Churchill and now, to George Santayana.)
She was, and is, a close and cherished friend. Someone decided she had Alzheimer’s. At least somebody said she did. She had wonderful plans for retirement. Now the retirement community she had been dreaming of did not seem to want her and her husband around. She has just made the decision (I don’t know with who’s help) that it is a better idea she does not drive. She would surely not remember the details of how the diagnosis was made. I wonder if it had been made properly. Probably not.