Colorful Caftans are the New Black Leggings

I’m not working out at any given moment and yet I’d become one of those black leggings women.  And why not? They are comfy, dog-walk compatible, somewhat flattering, and look appropriate with the “foot shaped” running shoes I prefer to wear now that I’ve graduated to from the heels of yore.  

If I wear these shoes, and not those shoes, I don’t hurt.  It took a while to fIgure that out.  And then it took a while to figure out that not hurting was as good a goal as any, maybe even a better goal, for me.  

So I’m not entirely sure when “pain-free and comfy” became my fashion mantra, but I can’t go back.  And I get to not go back  because of where I get to live and the circles in which I get to travel.  I have no idea how large a part pain-free styling has played in my life choices and trajectory.  And now I’m making another shift into the next level of dressing for comfort,  ease, and joy - it’s called the caftan.  Or possibly, the mumu.  The housedress, the glorified nightie.  I’m 100% In.  

When I’m floating down the street in one of these numbers I’m giving Princess Badass Seventies Hostess Glam. It goes  day to night, dog-walk to pillow-talk effortlessly.  The footwear thing has not entirely come together yet.  The clunky sneakers with flowy dress look is a hardcore statement of Comfort First even for me.  

But I rocked that look in public yesterday and no one called the cops or ran screaming and today my body thanks me.  Once upon a time I loved a different look, a different life, a different way of being.  Today I get to give love to this me, this life, this body.  I’m gonna keep going. 

www.livingeveryminuteofit.com

www.combatcovidstress.com