I don’t know why, but with the weather getting colder I’ve begun to miss wearing my overalls.
I don’t know why overalls and not other things, I mean, there is a part of me that’s missing the dresses, but I’m not missing the t-shirts or shorts or sandals. It’s the overalls that are getting to me. (It’s always the overalls.)
I was reading an article just yesterday, and the person mentioned that it’s not the dressing up she misses as a kid, but the fact that she believed a single outfit could change her whole life. And that’s the thing, isn’t it? I don’t miss the soft denim, or the way it’s unfitted, thus not being overly flattering. I see them hanging in my cupboard, and I want to wack them on and stomp through the world feeling fearless and able to take on anything. I want to be able to have that carefree feeling I get when I wear them, because overalls are so versatile, I’m pretty sure I can accomplish anything in them. (And I try.)
They’re like the avocado of the clothing world; daggy, but oddly trendy enough that you can say you like them proudly. People will either love them or hate them, but still the pride remains because they’re too awesome to not be proud of. When I bought my first pair of overalls I was so excited I ran around telling everyone, and when I finally wore them compliments just had to happen. (And they did.)
Overalls must be made with the same stuff that comes along when you’re eight and you can do anything if only you have an innocent enough smile. (I do.)
That sense of adventure, fun, excitement, enthusiasm and charm. I don’t know if there’s a strategic quirkiness woven into their fabric (probably), but I know that when I wear them I feel like I can try more things and maybe even get away with them. There’s something effortless about them; all you need to do is wack on a shirt underneath and slip on some canvas shoes and the world is yours for the taking.
I don’t know why I care so much about overalls, or clothing in general. I don’t know why I find fashion articles interesting. I don’t know why I’m not the most fashionable person out there but I like reading about fashion. It’s just one of those things, and I’m happy to accept it about myself until the truth makes itself known.
But until it does, I’ll happily explore life in my overalls and feel oddly trendy, and crave the summertime when I can wear them without freezing my toes off.
Campers, like what you like,