I had a really hard time getting out of bed today. Not because I did not sleep well, but because I couldn’t figure out what to wear. Decisions, decisions … Should I wear my blue shirt and black pants? My purple shirt and black pants? My orange Samoa shirt and black pants? Or my leopard shirt and black pants? Black is slimming … Hmmmmm.
I lay in bed considering a new option … wearing my leopard shirt with my green pants. It just didn’t feel right. The green pants go with the white shirt. But then again, the white shirt is reserved for Sunday church and my black skirt, which also pairs well with the blue shirt, the purple shirt, and the orange Samoa shirt. Aahhhhhhhh … What to wear???
I crawled out of bed, opened my closet and prayed I would find some article of clothing which magically appeared overnight.
Nothing … Just my black pants, green pants, three skirts and seven shirts stared back at me. A cloud of depression rolled in and I slunk back into bed realizing I can’t really even call my shirts shirts because they are just tee shirts.
Closing my eyes I pretended to sleep. Then I began pondering clothing while on The Adventure and had these observations run through my mind:
1 – I have spent way too much of my adult life doing laundry! In Atlanta I washed, folded and put away over 10 loads of laundry a week, some weeks significantly more. I guesstimate this colossal waste of time gobbled 10+ hours a week. What was I thinking? On The Adventure I do two loads every 10 days. I drop my bag off at the streetside washing machines where for $1.25 I get the lady to load the machine, watch it spin and repack it in my bag so I can hang it on my balcony drying rack.
There are times I don’t even fold the dry stuff because we just pick off the rack and wear what’s dry. Why this sudden laundry change? We don’t have any clothes! Everyone has only what they can carry in a backpack which translates to approximately six shirts, two or three pants, five shorts, three pairs of shoes, a swimsuit, a light jacket, church clothes, and for me a blue nightgown. Less clothes, less laundry, more time to enjoy life.
2 – Dress to impress has less lost its appeal. Life as a nomad means we rarely see the same people two days in a row. And if we do, no worries. They’re likely wearing one of their seven shirts! We don’t attend fancy parties, dine at expensive restaurants or go to school or the office so who is there to impress? I doubt the little lady selling rice from the back of her motorbike notices or even cares.
3 – Uniforms rock! Everyone in Thailand wears a uniform; school children, university students, bank tellers, 7-11 workers, cops, movie theater employees, construction workers, government officials, condo maintenance crews, parking lot attendants, nurses, attraction ticket takers, even monks. This uniform concept is brilliant. No decisions, no fuss. In our own way we have adopted a uniform. For me, it’s the colored shirt, black pant uniform. They boys have shorts and tee shirt uniforms. Same, same is sane, sane.
4 – The Adventure lifestyle doesn’t require outfit changes tailored to specific activities. Life is simple right now which means we aren’t on any sports teams, or in a Scout troop, or the high school band, or a Bookclub, or an office employee, or the PTA. What we wear jives with our daily routine of eating, hiking, shopping, exploring, lounging, writing, schooling, hanging and riding scooters. One size fits all has taken on a new meaning.
5 – Same temperature everyday means same clothing everyday. This revelation lead me to wondered if seasons are overrated. Seasons mean temperature swings which require more clothing. The Adventure has mostly placed us in a climate where the outside temperature is a constant 27-30 which require little more than shorts, a tee shirt and flip flops. While living in bitter cold Russia my mother learned there is no bad weather, just bad clothing. I second this thought with my own twist: cold weather is bad weather regardless of your clothing.
6 – More is more, but less is less! I’ve always leaned toward the more is better side of the equation, but now I’m having second thoughts about clothing, and stuff in general. Having less of everything is super liberating; less to keep track of, less to worry about, less to clean, count, transport, mend, and stress about. Having less really translates to more; more room in my life for reading, thinking, walking, talking, observing, serving, creating, loving, Candy Crushing and napping. I’m changing because of less clothing. Let’s be clear … I am not wearing less clothing, I just have less options to choose from!
Back to my morning dilemma … What to wear? I spent the morning looking at the bright side of my perceived clothing crisis and found a few bright spots to consider. In the long run I did decide to shake things up a bit and wore my nightgown until dinnertime. I considered wearing it to dinner, but ultimately decided the little lady selling rice might notice and less is not always more.