I was watching My Kid all in pink on her pink Ripstick with pink knee, elbow and wrist pads. As I watched I rethought the clothing items I packed earlier in the day to take to rehearsal tomorrow. I’m rethinking the black and grey silk clothes that are what I consider to be “better” clothes. They were each purchased and worn to family events, a wedding and a funeral. So they are “good clothes”. And I guess I’m not sure I want to wear them as a clown. They are of my “real life”.
So I think I have to start over coming up with something to wear at rehearsal tomorrow. I like the fluttery. I like the silhouette of a long skirt. But, I don’t have anything to wear.