I realize that the theme of the prompts is “my story”. Well, as disjointed my writings seem to be, there is a common theme. It’s me. Every piece makes up a part of me. And hopefully, by the end of this month, you’ll have gotten to know me better.
My everyday clothes are not typical of many women. I tend to throw on t-shirts and jeans shorts when I go out. In the wintertime, it’s long-sleeved shirts and jeans. For as long as I can remember, it’s been comfort over fashion. I don’t even like heels. I preferred sneakers. If had I had to wear shoes, I wore flats or very low heels.
My husband and I went to a Fall Festival held on the grounds of a Catholic church at a nearby city. I have never gone before to one as they never appealed to me. We went primarily for the local car show and tamales. I love tamales and was craving some as I hadn’t had any for eons.
I didn’t even think about what I wore. If I was going to a party, social event, etc., and etc., I’d dress up. But, this was a Fall festival and I just assumed casual. Not a single woman, except for volunteers, was wearing a t-shirt at this event. They all wore nice shirts/blouses and skirts/pants. Even the men seemed to a little dressed up.
I felt a little underdressed and out of place. But, I was determined to get me some tamales!
I think I will remember to dress up just a tad should we ever go to another Fall Festival. They tend to be provided by Catholic Churches on Sundays around here.