I’ve recently begun embracing the muumuu phase of my life. Think Mrs. Roper.
After the past three years of weirdness over COVID and the general populace exhibiting a careless malaise for the social niceties, I had taken to living for the most part in cut-offs and yoga pants. I just can’t handle the pressure.
It seemed like a good idea this summer to invest in some pretty dresses and make an effort at appearing more professional. My definition of “pretty dresses” apparently has greatly changed. What once was little and demure and black is now tent-like, bold, and floral. And silky. Decadent, flowing amounts of fabric that hide the flaws of middle age.
Did I honestly just refer to myself as middle-aged?
Wearing the muumuu provides something similar to what the mask surprisingly provided during COVID – a way to hide. A crutch that eases the social anxiety that seems to pervade current public outings. Behind the mask you didn’t have to make the pretty face and worry about smiling and appearing lovely all the time. The muumuu allows for life to be lived lycra-free. You can feel unencumbered and still be fashionable at the same time.
It turns out several of our volunteers are also embracing the “Summer of the Caftan” as they call it. There may even be a husband in the mix, and video – though I will allow him to remain unnamed.
We used to all wear Fallon Post t-shirts on print and delivery day. I can see it now – deliveries being made in The Fallon Post muumuus. Or a caftan, whatever your preference.
So, while we go looking through the uniform catalogue for logo-wear that fits this bill, (Kristina and Darrin, what can you find us?) we’ll be right here…
…Keeping you Posted.
Rach
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