Old School

I am old school.  As a perk of my employment this weekend, Memorial Day, I am able to dress down and wear capris or blue jeans and a red, white, or blue polo.  I wore blue jeans and my usual black polo.  As I was leaving work, my replacement, a pretty nice younger gal came walking up to the store in shorts that were pretty high up on her legs.  They were shorty shorts.  I remarked to my husband how inappropriate I felt they were for work.  I am not a prude but I feel that I know the small community I work in pretty well and I feel for sure that there are going to be a great number of older people who, upon seeing this young person bending to put freight away, may feel the same way I did upon seeing her in these shorts.  It seems that in having the freedom to dress down judgement never seemed to enter this young person's mind.  She was dressing for comfort and not the business climate to which she found herself in.  I am old school in my thought that this kind of attention is not appropriate for a business climate.  I believe that dressing for success in a retail situation applies to dressing down as it does in standard dress.  I'm not sure this current crop of young people really understands that but if they want to get ahead they might want to consider that...just saying it out loud.

Have a happy day out there!

Feeling Better

I recently visited my daughter, 20 years old, last weekend.  I have to say that in the short amount of time I was able to spend with her I feel better about how we left things this time versus how we left things in August 2013.  It would appear that in that small amount of time she has grown up a lot.  I believe that she sees things from the point of view that I tried to instill in her when we were together and she was growing up.  We have a better relationship for her living on her own in a state that she wanted to be in then her and I constantly butting heads in my effort to insist I knew what was right for her.  Of course, as a parent I never wanted to believe that I was as stubborn as I was, believing my way was the only way, but given the time and space I realize maybe, to a certain extent I was overprotective.  While I don't agree with how she left I understand a little better my role in her exodus from our home.  I love her very much and hope that since she has wind under her wings now she'll fly to the heights she wants to go.  She is still my Songbird and that fact will never change or be lost on me again.

I'm going to try this blogging thing again.  I'm not sure yet what brilliance will come to my mind that I will share or that anyone will care but I have an active mind that wants to find a voice.  We'll see what happens next.   Good day and happy reading.