Since moving to the countryside of Japan I’ve had to let go of many things. Some were more difficult than others to let go of. I’ve learned though that sometimes when you finally just let go you find that the end result isn’t so bad after all.
I used to like dressing up a bit. Not too much but, I did like to look nice. I liked low-key fashionable clothing. Colorful fun blouses and jeans, casual “dress-up” was my favorite. In Saipan you’d probably see me in Roxy, Billabong or O’Neill board shorts and a cute tank top…flipp-flopping in my Scotts…or maybe wrapped in a cute lavalava-a plumeria tucked behind one ear….
And then we moved here…..
I’ll tell you right now our area will never make news in the fashion world. At least not in a positive way. I’m usually very positive about what I say but I have to be gut level honest and say I’ve never seen so many people that have no idea stripes and plaids do not match…neither does a sweater tucked into a polyester skirt. I’ve never seen so many odd mismatched clothing styles. The fashion police would be really busy here.
At first it used to bother me. I always felt way over dressed. I’ve also noticed that most women and men for that matter do not wear bright fun colors. Dark and dreary is in. Black, dark blue, brown, gold (not yellow), maroon, olive green….it’s always the dark end of the color spectrum-dark and muted.
My purples and reds and yellows and oranges…turquoise and bright greens..well…they made me stand out more than I wanted to. I already stand out enough.
Several times my sister sent me some really nice clothes but because of the bright colors I found myself only wearing them in my house.
It didn’t take me long to figure out that clothes shopping, something I really liked doing before, would turn into a stress-filled nightmare. In the first place everything is miniature – I’m an American size 8-sometimes 10 depending upon style but the clothing is SO small here that it’s hard to fit into an L or even LL . The bigger the size the stranger the style. They don’t make them proportioned. It’s almost impossible to find anything that fits right.
But it doesn’t really matter anyhow because most styles leave a lot to be desired.
I can’t always order online because I need to “try it on” first. I’ve never had luck with buying online. Ever.
So-what do you do? Stress? Or do you let it go?
I can’t remember when I got to the point where I just surrendered. I have a few-nice things for “going out”- like very few because many times our “going out” means some formal occasion like a wedding or a funeral and there are dress codes for those events and you better believe I follow them. The fallout for not following them isn’t worth “just being me”.
My everyday clothing choices have drastically changed. Now I try to wear fashionable aprons-ha. Every housewife here wears an apron. Many wear them to the store to do the grocery shopping.
I don’t wear much color anymore either.
This post isn’t really about my clothing choices-it’s about just being happy and content with what is.
Today I noticed that I had finally become content with the situation. It rained today and I needed to walk to the gym/pool. The last time I walked in the rain I got my nice running shoes totally soaked. Everyone else wears rain-boots. Not nice rain boots-frumpy ugly rain-boots. So I had a choice today. I could either soak my good shoes again or …just wear my garden boots which are actually rain boots but I have used them in the garden for a while now.
All of a sudden I thought-who cares? No one will even care if I stomp down the street in my blue-flowered garden/rain-boots.
So that’s what I did. It was nice to have dry feet. I walked through every single puddle I could find-on purpose and I enjoyed it.