Today weekends mean casual for professionals
When you are in the corporate life you have to dress-up all week. When you are lucky, there is a Casual Friday culture. Nevertheless, whatever you wear it has to stay within the framework of the corporate dress code. Thus, the weekend means dress-down or casual for many corporate employees.
Even when you have to wear a uniform, you enjoy the freedom to turn fashion into style and to pick your own personal look in your time off.
In this post, I show you my weekend look with my new dress. Remember, I did some insomiac browsing of trends filling my chart at Zaful. I finally got the Julia Roberts in Pretty Woman polka dot dress, and well, the one I show you in this post.
What I wore this weekend
This dress is very body conscious. I wore it with shape wear underneath. I know, I know, not very weekend. But I didn’t mind as it was a cool cloudy Alaska summer day. Moreover, I like the pressure of shape wear. In the evening, I didn’t even need the cardigan that I had brought just in case. I knotted the cardigan around my waist for three reasons
- defining the waist
- uping the style factor
- easy way to carry it
When you think about buying this dress, go for a size larger when you don’t like the dress to be so body conscious. Mine is a size M. See the FAQ for my measures.
Weekend meant Sunday’s best
As a child, I never thought about it. It was like a second skin. On Sunday’s, I was supposed to wear my Sunday’s Best. This means I had a winter dress and a summer dress that I wore every Sunday. I recall a pink white polka dot dress with pink jacket from first grade, a white sheath with embellishment over the chest that I wore in summer in second and third grade on Sundays. In winter, I had a brown velvet dress. In fourth grade, I had a rust lean dress with striped to and a club sign application on the chest.
On Saturdays, I was so fortunate to have to go to school. It meant I was allowed to wear what I wanted as long as I obeyed to my mom’s fashion rules. I really disliked when they turned to one Saturday per month being without school. It just meant another day with “Sunday rules.” In plain English, I had to dress for whatever action plan my parents had.
Action plans I hated were jogging, hiking, walks, bicycling, and car wash. I still don’t like any gym gear, or athletic attire that is meant actually to be worn for the purpose of exercise. However, I love leather joggers with polo and Keds for the weekend, may be because they are making fun of the original? May be not. See the link for a styling example.
I loved going shopping in Duisburg, Krefeld or Venlo. Even if it was just grocery shopping. I loved the big department stores, the neon lights, the decoration, and looking at the store windows and what people wore.
Casual weekend outfits of my childhood
I also loved collecting potatoes from the fields after the harvest or collecting coal from the mining dump. We wore old clothes, i.e. clothes that were distressed, ripped or otherwise in bad shape. I liked the distressed look and that I could mix prints/pattern. My mom’s rule was just one print/pattern per outfit. However, when the call was for these activities, the rule was just that it had to be old clothes, too old to be worn to school. Furthermore, we wore rubber rain boots with these outfits, no matter what the weather was like. Why? There was a lot of dust and sand in that mining waste dump and the fields were pretty sandy. You wouldn’t get the sand in your “shoes” wearing boots. Real boots would have been too “expensive” to wear on the dump or in the fields.
I loved the fresh potatoes my mom would fry after we came home. I was great at collecting small potatoes. It were the small ones she would fry. I didn’t like cooked potatoes, except those my granny made.
I was a bad collector of coal. I had no ambitions to be the best coal collector of us kids. I wouldn’t try to look for the biggest pieces of coal or to find the most. On the contrary, I was more a burden than a help. Yes, I collect to one or other piece of coal and threw it into the wheelbarrow, but it was only a side part of another goal. My interest was on the imprints of ancient plants in the rock pieces. When looking for them you had to did thru the dirt. While my sibling lifted dirt to find the coal, I lifted it to find imprints. Thus, when I had a piece of coal to lift, it went into the wheelbarrow. Every rock would be turned around and hit with another stone to see whether I could split it to find an imprint. You see that I spent not much time on searching for left-over coal.
When the wheelbarrow was full, I had endless discussions with my father about how many of my finds I was allowed to take home. The dump was about 3 miles from my parents’ house. I had to either carry them myself or put them on the wheelbarrow. However, my Dad’s interest was, of course, to put as many coal on the wheelbarrow as possible. It was the time of and after the oil crisis. Heating the house as cheap as possible was a legitimate goal.
Over time, I had curated a great collection. One day, when I came back from college, all my rock vegetation imprints were gone. My mom had donated them to her school. I was pretty upset back then. Today, I think it was a good thing. This way a lot of students get to see them.
What did you wear on weekends in your childhood? Can you remember the outfits/clothes?
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