A Random Compliment

I am not wearing anything special today: a grey cable knit sweater (Macy's, on clearance), a purple twill skirt (Costco), marled tights (Missoni for Target), and brown Bandolino boots, topped off with my fabulous four-Euro Florentine "pashmina". But I sure felt special this afternoon when the woman at the cash register said, "I like your outfit" as I approached the counter.

A similar thing happened a few weeks ago in Seattle. We were ordering another fast food lunch and the teenager at the counter said, "Welcome-to-Chipotle's-you-have-beautiful-eyes-what-can-I-get-you?" as J. stepped forward. It all went by so quickly that I had to ask him later, after we had sat down with our food, whether I had heard her correctly. "I think so," he said. This happens to him more often than you might expect. It embarrasses him, but in a good way.

Historically speaking, I haven't paid that much attention to what I wear. It has only been in the past few years that I have made any effort to develop a sense of style, to wear clothes that are flattering and fit me well, and to keep an eye on fashion trends. It shouldn't surprise me that paying more attention to my own wardrobe makes more more aware of what other people are wearing -- and this awareness makes me more inclined to compliment strangers on their clothing. Is that weird? I hope not. I hope it gives them a little lift, like the one I got today from a random compliment.

The Seasonal Swap

We had a late summer here in the Pacific Northwest, with sunny skies and warm dry days well into the month of October. That all ended last Friday with a record rainfall. Now it's time to pull out the boots and gloves and warm coats, and it's time for the seasonal swap -- moving summer clothes out of the dresser and closet to make room for the winter wardrobe.

The seasonal swap isn't about homekeeping as much as it is about having easy access to the clothing I'm wearing right now. I don't have a ton of clothing; I keep most of what I wear in one dresser and half of a 1950s bedroom closet. When my sweaters are on the closet shelf and my jeans are in the drawer, there isn't much room for sleeveless tops or shorts to share the space. If I'm not wearing open-toe shoes in the winter, why not put them away where they won't get dusty, and have more room for boots and sneakers?

I have a couple of under-the-bed storage containers that are essential for this process. I purchased both of them at Ikea: the Dilling under-bed storage box, and the Skubb (item #101.933.76) storage case. Of these two, I much prefer the Skubb. While the Dilling is larger, the lid doesn't fasten tightly -- so if the contents rise above the sides of the box the lid rests loosely on top and doesn't keep out the dust. The Skubb is smaller but it zips closed, so you can really pack it full. It also has a handle so it's easy to haul out from under the bed. If I were really organized I would buy more Skubb cases and store my off-season clothes by type: shirts, shorts, etc. Maybe next year.

The seasonal swap is the perfect time to weed out the clothing that needs to go, via the "one-in, one-out" rule. I have already picked up a new purple fleece jacket (I'm trying to convince myself that it's the work-from-home equivalent of a cashmere cardigan) so my old blue fleece is on its way out, along with a couple of summer items that have seen their last season.

In the interest of full disclosure, I must confess that I have one additional Skubb case where I store my "keeper" clothing, my personal sartorial hall-of-shame. These items have been permanently swapped out of my wearable wardrobe but I can't bear to get rid of them for one reason or another:

• A plaid wool shirt that belonged to my mother when she was a young woman
• My Union Bay flowered jeans, c. 1985, that were my signature look throughout high school and college
• A patchwork skirt handmade for me by my much-adored sister-in-law
• The faded purple tie-dyed dress I made for myself while we were living in Ethiopia, together with the well-worn, oversized denim shirt I wore almost everywhere in those days

When the weather turned this past weekend I dug out my rain boots (Missoni for Target, purchased last year but never worn) and opened my "keeper" box to find a pair of wool socks that were made for me by the same much-adored sister-in-law. They are mint green with dark green stripes at the top -- hey, it was the 80s! -- but they work perfectly inside my boots, splashing through muddy puddles with the nephew and niece. Welcome, Fall.