The author was guided
to write a story about something she is wearing:
I absolutely love what I am wearing
(that is a lie)-it is my uniform. It reflects NO creativity. I am
wearing what I wore last night. It is so similar to what I wore
the day before. My white turtle neck…I prefer my L.L. Bean
one to my Eddie Bauer ones. The pants, they are my dressy velveteen
ones vs. my day to day jeans. And of course, I have on my uniform
shoes-Dansko. And there is someone else in this room with my uniform
shoes on. They are very common. My clothing and wardrobe reflect
so much my being-STUCK. And yet there are so many moments when I
realize I really don’t care about the fact that I have a mommy
uniform. And then there are the times I wish I could figure out
what clothes I like and then be able to put my wardrobe together.
I have a closet. It is filled. The theme is the same. A lot of the
same and YET I have nothing to wear! I have an assortment of shoes
to wear yet I wear my Dansko 95% of the time. SAME SAME SAME. Ordinary
ordinary ordinary. When will it be extraordinary?
Laurie Fong, Domestic Goddess,
Volunteer Extraordinaire
