Salt Pork, Hardtack, and Repetitive Sea Shanties: A Tale of the Style Doldrums
You know what sucks? The doldrums. I learned that word when I was 7 or 8 and my dad read me a book about the life of 18th century sailors in the British Royal Navy (yes, I come from a family of nerds). The doldrums are those pockets of the sea where the winds stall and the sails of ships that wander into them go flat. Sailors are forced to wait patiently, going mad, until their ship drifts out of the doldrums and the winds pick up, filling their sails again and sending them on their way.
I always thought the doldrums seemed like the worst thing in the world. To be stuck with no choice but to wait, eating salt pork and hardtack and singing the same sea shanties over and over again…agh! So, when I recently drifted into my own version of the doldrums- the style kind- I experienced a wee bit of horror. My clothes bored me, my closet offered no consolation, and my busy life left little time to contemplate alternatives. When I realized the state I was in, though, I knew waiting just wasn’t going to cut it.
I decided to take a bit of a risk and try out a (relatively) new outfit. I dug around in my closet and came out with these high waisted, pleated, tapered pants. I snagged them at a thrift store a while back and hadn’t worn them yet. Being both tall and curvy, I generally shy away from this cut of pant, but I figured, “Hey, what’s the worst that can happen? Anything is better than being stuck on this boat!” Pair the pants with some sky-scraper shoes, a simple black top, and a plush black ring scarf and you have the sartorial version of a tradewind. I feel re-inspired and excited to play in my clothes again.
Moral of the story? I’d have made a terrible sailor. A vegetarian chick with no tattoos, an aversion to stale carbohydrates, and a fear of scurvy who won’t wait out the doldrums? The only ship I’d have been sailing is the HMS No Thanks. :) Do you get bored with your clothes? How do you deal with the style doldrums?