Aesthetics

One evening last summer, I was invited over to a friend's house in the Hamptons.  It was just going to be she and I for cocktails and cheeses by the pool.  It was a perfect summer evening as I rode the ferry over to Shelter Island to her home.  The sun was setting over the water and the air held a light breeze with the hint of an oncoming storm that arrived later that evening.

When I arrived, my friend looked Amazing!  I clumsily apologized for my casual sundress and flip-flops.  I explained that I didn't realize she would be dressed up since it was just the two of us.  She looked at me and replied, "Of course I would dress for you...Erin."

I don't know about you, but I don't "dress" often enough.  I'm always looking for a reason to dress up, but don't really put much effort into what I'm wearing unless I'm going to an event.  This same friend had lived in Paris for years and once remarked,  "I don't understand American women.  I don't know why they wear work out clothes when they are not exercising."   She looked at me and declared,   "It has the aesthetic    of    a     fart."

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(On second thought, maybe I'll change out of these yoga pants...)