I have to try almost everything, fashion-wise. Sometimes I try stuff on when I already know I won’t be making it a staple of my wardrobe. Suzanne’s newly purchased sun hat is one of those items. Plaid, purple Bow Tie o’ the Day is rather surprised I took the time and opportunity to put this floppy hat on my head. It is sooooo not anything close to any hat style in my hat quiver. And the size o’ the flop! I don’t even know what to comment about that.
But I’m pleased Suzanne likes the hat well enough to give it a home. This afternoon, I took it upstairs to put it away in the closet for her, and I thought, “Why the Hell-en not at least try it on?” My verdict on this headwear is a thumbs down, as I suspected it would be. On the other hand, I don’t remember a bow tie I’ve put on which I didn’t want to adopt. But if you don’t try on a diversity of styles, you might miss what suits you perfectly. Something unexpected might feel like it accentuates the authentic you.
I’m amazed at how different our like’s and dislike’s can be– whether it’s about fashion, food, pro football teams, and on and on. I can’t explain why our tastes are so all-over-the-place within a circle of friends or within our own families. For example, I’m into neckwear, while most of my peeps prefer jewelry– as far as fashion accessories go. I like to eat only the crust around the edges of a pizza, along with the toppings, while most people eat the entire slice. I’m a decades-long Seattle Seahawks fan. Suzanne rolls with the Chicago Bears.
And there’s no logical reason that any of these things should make us feel one way or the other anyway. Doesn’t the bottom pizza crust taste the same as the edge crust? Why collect things that wrap around your neck? Have I ever even been to Seattle? No.
It’s not just that we differ in our preferences. We sometimes don’t even care about something our best friend can’t live without. My bro-in-law, Gary, thinks Kurt Busch and NASCAR walk on water, and I think, “I’d rather turn right.”
Sometimes our tastes are unexplainable even to ourselves. For example, I like ice cream. I like chocolate chips. I like marshmallows. However, I abhor chocolate chips/shavings/chunks in my ice cream. I can’t abide marshmallows in it either. WTFlip?! I dunno how to figure that one out. I’m fine with a swirl of chocolate syrup in/on my ice cream. I’m fine with marshmallow creme in/on it.
As the cliché says: It is what it is. Such minor things are not worth going to war with oneself– or anybody else– about. Embrace your you-ness, however inexplicable and weird you might be, even to yourself. Your you-ness is what I and Mr. Rogers like about you. 🙃
