Eagles Over the Kennebec

I've always been a firm believer that you should wear the clothes you feel comfortable in. I am not comfortable in heels, hose, skirts, or bras (harnesses are for horses). I've always like the fit of men's jeans better than women's, and I am not tall (5'4"). I am a lot rounder than I used to be, however. I hate blouses/shirts that button, hate prints, and generally hated the whole "what women should wear to work" deal. (God and Mr. Rogers like me just the way I am, i.e., without makeup). I had the luxurious delight of a career that let me work from home (medical transcription). I also don't like cutting my hair (which was blonde, and is now white), although about every six years or so, I whack it all off and start over. The time before last was because of rotator cuff surgery (my hair was so long I couldn't even comb it with one hand, never mind wash it, etc.). I whacked it off last year to make my mom happy. (she of the short, ratted, hairsprayed into immobility "helmet hair" generation). She's 92; my opportunities to make her happy are diminishing, and hair grows.

Still a post on clothes is tres apropos in view of this. (https://knitsfromtheowlunderground.wordpress.com/2016/04/14/rolannis-necklet/)