Autism and Comfortable Glamour

Sound like an oxymoron?  I have the world’s greatest collection of sweatpants.  (I exaggerate.)

My kids even bought a pair of “dress” sweatpants for me in gray with pleats. They know their mama.  They know I also want to feel pretty as well as comfortable.

When it comes down to it, do I have to look good for everyone else?  An emphatic, no.  Hubby says that when I’m wearing my thick brown sweats with my  softest, holey Ducks Unlimited t-shirt, “Oh, who cares what people think,” he says with his tone descending.  I don’t know if it is feeling self-conscious or just not pretty that causes me to want to look better.  And my way is sweat pants with pleats.

I know that we all must be good little girls and boys and dress up for work, which we need to do to fit in with the dress code and get promoted someday.  I have goofed my clothing choices at work, all in the quest for comfortable.

But, I own a business now, so I can’t get fired for wearing dress sweats to work.  They look really nice, I think.  I feel good in them.  I feel pretty.

My staff know me, and I’m just me, so they accept me.  They also know that I don’t fret if they’re wearing sweats while they sew, because I do understand comfort.  Granted, we are not in an office environment open to the public, so we can get away with it.