The Man and I have reached another milestone: we purchased our first clothing from L.L. Bean. We have officially joined the White Suburbia Club, or at least that's what we're calling it. Though we have often shopped at Columbia and Eddie Bauer, stores most would consider "northwest" in fashion, we got a great coupon to L.L. Bean recently and decided to order some clothes.
I'll be the first to say that "fashion" in our house revolves around two things: comfort first, price second. Overall appeal to anyone but us falls a distant third (except The Man's suits, just so he can, you know, impress people at work). My job doesn't call for a particular attire, and I can --blissfully-- get away with jeans and fleece pullovers most days. I don't actually own any skirts or dresses at the moment.
One of the biggest hurdles I've faced lately is expanding my wardrobe. Not that my size is expanding (thankfully), but that I have finally reached the point where I just. can't. wear. the same old things! When we were first married, I bought two pairs of jeans and made them last a full year. I wore my t-shirts until they pilled beyond the shave-ability of my clothes shaver (then turned them into pajama shirts). The Man needed clothes for work, but his at-home clothes were likewise well-loved. In the almost four years since we got married, our income has grown enough that I don't have to be quite as frugal, but I hate shopping (so much!), and I never felt like I could swing the funds to really invest in better clothing for myself.
This year? This year I'm buying clothes.
And the fact that flannel is "in" this winter is just icing on the very comfortable cake.