There is no place to go, and nothing to do

My wardrobe now consists of 7 bathrobes, 7 pairs of warm socks, and my 'mud clothes' - ratty jeans and rattier sweater for gardening. I became unemployed prior to the pandemic and saw no point in dressing, except for one shopping trip and one doctor's visit. I go to my mailbox twice a week, but put on a full-length coat over my bathrobe to make the journey. This suits my broken sleep patterns - I'm ready to crawl into bed, no matter the time of day or night! Getting dressed up with no place to go would depress me!
 
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Unless so ill that I'll be staying in bed or on the couch for the day, before leaving the bathroom each morning I am fully dressed and presentable to the world. Even when I wake up at 4:00 am. Husband is the same way.

I don't own ratty clothes or items I'd feel ashamed to be seen in. Older jeans, yes. But when any of my clothing gets stained, torn, threadbare, or visibly past its prime, out it goes.

If I stayed in my nightclothes (oversized tee shirt and sleep flannels or boxers), I'd be depressed all day.
 
Unless so ill that I'll be staying in bed or on the couch for the day, before leaving the bathroom each morning I am fully dressed and presentable to the world. Even when I wake up at 4:00 am. Husband is the same way.

I don't own ratty clothes or items I'd feel ashamed to be seen in. Older jeans, yes. But when any of my clothing gets stained, torn, threadbare, or visibly past its prime, out it goes.

If I stayed in my nightclothes (oversized tee shirt and sleep flannels or boxers), I'd be depressed all day.
WOW, just wow, no ratty clothes? No clothes you’d feel ashamed to be seen in? No military service, I read that on another thread. And you don‘t mend torn clothes?-just throw them away. As if clothes grow on trees, 😮. Hmm. I suppose you don’t know how to sew.

Well, I could walk down the center of a mall filled with people dressed in a ratty flannel nightgown and my paint stained sweat pants and not feel ashamed to be seen. Course I’d tuck my nightgown into my pants, wouldn’t want the bottom to get dirty. 🤓
 
WOW, just wow, no ratty clothes? No clothes you’d feel ashamed to be seen in? No military service, I read that on another thread. And you don‘t mend torn clothes?-just throw them away. As if clothes grow on trees, 😮. Hmm. I suppose you don’t know how to sew.

Well, I could walk down the center of a mall filled with people dressed in a ratty flannel nightgown and my paint stained sweat pants and not feel ashamed to be seen. Course I’d tuck my nightgown into my pants, wouldn’t want the bottom to get dirty. 🤓

I don't wear ratty clothes. I don't sew. When my clothes get old or stained or ratty, I throw them out and buy new ones.

It's your call if you want to sit around in a nightgown and watch TV all day, but that doesn't mean it's the right course of action for everybody.
 
I don't wear ratty clothes. I don't sew. When my clothes get old or stained or ratty, I throw them out and buy new ones.

It's your call if you want to sit around in a nightgown and watch TV all day, but that doesn't mean it's the right course of action for everybody.
It sounds as though some people are glad of an excuse to slob around all day. Others are putting themselves at risk to help their less able neighbours, doing shopping, walking their dogs, etc.
This situation is really bringing out the best and worst in human nature.
 
I don't wear ratty clothes. I don't sew. When my clothes get old or stained or ratty, I throw them out and buy new ones.

It's your call if you want to sit around in a nightgown and watch TV all day, but that doesn't mean it's the right course of action for everybody.
I don’t believe I said my way of life was for everyone. There is nothing wrong with ratty clothes, old clothes, or stained clothes. If you want to wear a tux when you mow the lawn, paint the shed, or weed the garden that’s your call. Of course, maybe you pay someone to do this work. We don’t.

I just find these conversations so very interesting. It’s like some people live in their own little world and are unaware that other worlds exist. Some people are so judgmental and arrogant that I can’t help but be amused. People like my nephew.

My nephew is a multi millionaire and he once said to me that there was nothing wrong with being a blue collar worker. I think he considered my husband and myself to be blue collar workers and was trying to make us feel good. I’d felt better if he wrote me a check, but he’s also very cheap, 🤭.

Cheap is not a judgement of how he is, it’s how he is. I thought it was a good thing he felt that way, though, since blue collar workers support his wealth and position.
 
It sounds as though some people are glad of an excuse to slob around all day. Others are putting themselves at risk to help their less able neighbours, doing shopping, walking their dogs, etc.
This situation is really bringing out the best and worst in human nature.

😂, you are fond of the word slob. Are you referring to me? Am I a slob? Maybe. I do a lot of shopping for my family. I am not capable of walking my own dogs, let alone any one else’s dogs. Some days, lol, I am barely capable of walking. So what?

How are you putting yourself at risk for others? I’ll share if you will. It’s off topic, but I’m up for it.
 
I don't wear "jammies" to bed. I wear a birthday suit. I do admit that after 74 years, it'd kind of ratty looking. I'm home bound most of the time. I have difficulty walking, and use a wheelchair. It hasn't been much of a change, for me, to adapt to being "isolated". But I notice that I don't always shave, and wear the same clothes for a couple of days. It's not like the Pope or Betty II is coming for tea. I feel kind of sad all the time.
 
I don't own ratty clothes or items I'd feel ashamed to be seen in. Older jeans, yes. But when any of my clothing gets stained, torn, threadbare, or visibly past its prime, out it goes.
I'm the same, I take very good care of my clothes and if they get damaged beyond repair they go into a bag for clean rags ( which the salvation army and other charity shops sell on to Textile recyclers, who pay up to £500 per ton, who sell them on further to be used in furniture upholstery etc )

Other clothing that I've either decided no longer fit, or don't suit the occasions of which I bought them, out of style or I've just gone off them, and are in as new condition, I don't sell on an online market place ..( of which I could), instead I donate them to the homeless charities... and they're sold in their shops and or as many as 50% of clothing is sent abroad to third world countries.. ..., so not only do I get use out of them, the charity gets money for them, and people rich and poor, get clothing at a much more affordable price.. (and incidentally that includes me , because I'm not averse to buying good clean used clothing from a charity shop occasionally )


I don't have gardening clothes... either.. I wear shorts, or jeans..or leggings, whatever I've got , I'm not in the habit of tearing my clothing, so if they get dirty they just go in the washing machine at the end of the day ..but as before if clothing gets damaged while I'm decorating or for any other reason they still make money from the textile recycler.. ( we used to call them the rag man when we were kids) ☺
 
I get up every morning around 6:30 or so,do my exercises for my knees,get dressed
I then go out for an early morning walk ,breathe in fresh air thru the mask,get exercise
Mon morning is the 1 day out of the week when I'm doing something important for others
.If I can't go outside to take my walks because of the weather,the day drags for me,those times I try to stay busy doing something e.g.shredding,read book,do word puzzles
May I ask what shredding is? I have heard the term used for surfers and guitar players.
 
I don't wear "jammies" to bed. I wear a birthday suit. I do admit that after 74 years, it'd kind of ratty looking. I'm home bound most of the time. I have difficulty walking, and use a wheelchair. It hasn't been much of a change, for me, to adapt to being "isolated". But I notice that I don't always shave, and wear the same clothes for a couple of days. It's not like the Pope or Betty II is coming for tea. I feel kind of sad all the time.
I am limited in what I can do. I use a cane, and a walker, sometimes a wheelchair is necessary but I am not allowed to push it myself. I am not suppose to go places by myself, sigh, but I sometimes do. I rarely drive. If I fall down, I can’t get up and paramedics have to be called.

My failing health doesn’t make me sad, it makes me angry. So many of my systems are failing, yet I don’t die. I am always extremely exhausted. I always shower although some days it’s really hard to do so.

I see nothing wrong with wearing the same clothes two days in a row unless they smell really bad or you’ve spilled the soup on them. As for ratty birthday suits, lol, at our age our suits are simply well used.

As for ratty clothes, my husband, who has been painting the shed and himself apparently, asked if he can go to home depot (hardware store) dressed like he is. Sure, why not? I’ve never seen a tux at a hardware store, but I’ve seen lots of cracks 😂.
 
What's new about wearing pj's, or at least the trousers? I've been doing it for years. Even took the trash barrels out a couple of times and waved to my neighbor in the process. not necessarily an old folks thing. I used to kid my high school age grandson about swearing his pj pants around the house and out in the yard. After a while I tried it and found them pretty comfortable. Not good for heavy work or anywhere in the bushes. Then you need the jeans.
 
My wardrobe now consists of 7 bathrobes, 7 pairs of warm socks, and my 'mud clothes' - ratty jeans and rattier sweater for gardening. I became unemployed prior to the pandemic and saw no point in dressing, except for one shopping trip and one doctor's visit. I go to my mailbox twice a week, but put on a full-length coat over my bathrobe to make the journey. This suits my broken sleep patterns - I'm ready to crawl into bed, no matter the time of day or night! Getting dressed up with no place to go would depress me!
Well, Jesus wore a robe his entire life, you are in good company fashion wise.
 
WOW, just wow, no ratty clothes? No clothes you’d feel ashamed to be seen in? No military service, I read that on another thread. And you don‘t mend torn clothes?-just throw them away. As if clothes grow on trees, 😮. Hmm. I suppose you don’t know how to sew.

Well, I could walk down the center of a mall filled with people dressed in a ratty flannel nightgown and my paint stained sweat pants and not feel ashamed to be seen. Course I’d tuck my nightgown into my pants, wouldn’t want the bottom to get dirty. 🤓
Whoa - why so defensive and accusatory?

I never said that I don't mend torn clothing. Once mended, they're no longer torn. Or ratty.

Like the lion's share of females of our generation I didn't serve in the military. Not sure what that has to do with this subject though.

As someone who spent decades in the apparel industry, I can find my way around a sewing machine, not that it has anything to do with this subject either.

If you're good with going to a mall in a ratty flannel nightgown and stained sweat pants, you and your neighbors have fun with that. My mother taught me to wear presentable clothing both in private and in public. And I do.

No, I don't own ratty clothing that I'd feel ashamed to be seen in. Not sure why that offends you.
 
Whoa - why so defensive and accusatory?

I never said that I don't mend torn clothing. Once mended, they're no longer torn. Or ratty.

Like the lion's share of females of our generation I didn't serve in the military. Not sure what that has to do with this subject though.

As someone who spent decades in the apparel industry, I can find my way around a sewing machine, not that it has anything to do with this subject either.

If you're good with going to a mall in a ratty flannel nightgown and stained sweat pants, you and your neighbors have fun with that. My mother taught me to wear presentable clothing both in private and in public. And I do.

No, I don't own ratty clothing that I'd feel ashamed to be seen in. Not sure why that offends you.
I thought you said you threw torn clothing away so I assumed you couldn’t sew. Kind of like when you assumed my nightgown would be ratty and my sweat pants stained. I did go to work once in my nightgown, sweat pants, and curlers in my hair. Won a 100 dollars. Those were the days.

Lots of people don’t sew. If you had been in the military you would have learned how to sew. Because you have to sew patches etc on and someone would have shown you how. My mother taught me to not judge people by what they wear. She was/is a terrible woman but religious.

I am never going to see you in clothes or without clothes so I am not offended by however you dress. The thread isn’t about the condition of ones clothes. But I‘ve thought a lot about ratty clothes due to this thread.

Think how ratty the robe Jesus wore must have been, dragging on the ground while he walked throughout Judea. All those stains from the beatings he took. All those people staring at Him in His dirty, ratty, robe. Clothes mean nothing, they exist to keep you warm.
 
I have a few nice sets of leisure pants and tops. Actually I think its a glorified way of saying pajamas but I change into them in the morning. They have black or gray bottoms and the tops look like regular tee shirts.
I change into them because I do go out to the mail box,check on the garden, and feed the birds so I don't mind being seen in them.
Laundry day and cleaning day is another story. I put on tattered old clothes because it never fails when I wear something decent I end up with bleach stains. Same with when I'm painting. I learned this the hard way.
 
I have a few nice sets of leisure pants and tops. Actually I think its a glorified way of saying pajamas but I change into them in the morning. They have black or gray bottoms and the tops look like regular tee shirts.
I change into them because I do go out to the mail box,check on the garden, and feed the birds so I don't mind being seen in them.
Laundry day and cleaning day is another story. I put on tattered old clothes because it never fails when I wear something decent I end up with bleach stains. Same with when I'm painting. I learned this the hard way.
No, but dad wore a smoking jacket, pretty much the same thing
 


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