Last Sunday I saw that a few participants in What I Wore Sunday posted about the fact that they do not have excessive amounts of clothing and thus do not have enough variation to allow for infinite interesting posts about what they wear each Sunday.
I tried to not go all Crazy-Catholic on them, but I sort-of-kind-of wanted to cheer for joy.
The truth is that unless you are one of a very select few who must live a very particular sort of life (Ms. Middleton, I’m looking at you!) having excessive amounts of clothing is a potential source of scandal. It is one thing to look presentable in whatever way happens to count as appropriate for the present situation. It is another thing entirely to give the appearance of spending significant time and money on one’s appearance when there are always people around the Church who desperately need our attention.
I am not quite stupid enough to criticize those who take great pleasure in clothing. We all waste time on something and most of us squander crazy amounts of money on lots of things. I probably spend far more time on stupid blog posts than the best-dressed people spend on their clothing.
But the fact remains that clothing will never be the better part.
So here’s to you, if you are one of those who frequently repeat the same Sunday clothing.
As it happens, I own a grand total of one pair of jeans and just about everything else in my closet is business casual. So if this were real life, you might see a whole lot more repetition in my What I Wore Saturday than on Sundays.
But just for today I am going to pretend that I am part of the
cool Saintly club that repeats Sunday outfits out of necessity.
My dress is the same as the one shown here two weeks ago. I don’t consider myself hip enough to get away with silver shoes and a black hemline/tights, but today was one of those blonde days. I slipped on the silver shoes before walking out to the kitchen, and then somehow woke up in church to realize that I had forgotten to change shoes. Oops!
The blood at my feet is from
the sister who made fun of my boring outfit paint dropped by a previous tenant.