Today’s post does not only contain a picture for the 52 photos project but is in fact about this week’s challenge, called “ALL DRESSED UP”.
I’ve never been one for dressing up much, except maybe for a few occasions as a kid. In Germany we don’t have1 the kind of halloween tradition the US have had. What we have is the socalled 5th season2 wich involves a lot of dressing up.
I’ve never been into cosplay of sorts myself, I’ve been dressed for the occasion when I helped out at a medieval reenactment fair, but that’s pretty much it.
Dressing up fancy is also something I avoid. My comfort clothing for leaving the house varies a little with weather, but it’s pretty much jeans and t-shirts. Maybe a hoodie or sweater.
For festive family stuff like christmas dinners a shirt might be in order or a nice jumper.
I am lucky that there is not really any sort of dress code in my company, unless for special occasions. Generally if it’s clean and not offensive, I can come to work in jeans and a t-shirt I bought at a heavy metal concert without getting as much as a funny look, despite having a position that is associated with suit and tie if you go by the job title.
Of course there’s times when something a little more businesslike is called for. We’d have customers at the company or at an event we host, or we visit a customer or a supplier to discuss projects, partnership, business.
The preferred dress code for that is … suit and tie. Whenever I wear suit and tie, I feel a little out of place. Not as bad today as a couple of years ago, but I still tend to think people will notice that, or notice that I don’t like it, etc.
It sometimes feels less like a suit and more like a costume. All dressed up. It just doesn’t feel like me. I don’t really need or want it, but I accept it when it’s deemed appropriate.
I try to avoid that by only going for suit and tie when I absolutely have to. For most occasions I can get away with dress pants or even dark jeans, shirt, and a softshell jacket with our company logo. Or a company polo shirt.
So that’s at work. There is another thing I have to get all dressed up for. I play the tuba in the orchestra from the village I grew up o.n At most of the performances we wear sort of a traditional uniform. I don’t like that one very much, but I’ve worn it for twenty years no and got sort of used to it.
Then there’s military. No, I’m not in the military any more, not even the reserve, but I’ve done my military service back when it was still active in Germany and even added three months to it. I mostly enjoyed that experience, and I didn’t even mind the uniform. Well, I never wore the dress uniform, so I guess I got lucky. But I liked the camo stuff. It looked reasonably good on me, and it was very practical3. Also it had a meaning of sort. It showed affiliation to something bigger, and the unit I served with actually did something important. So there’s that.
If you take in what I’ve written about that topic so far you might get the idea that I am somewhat pragmatic. Well, it’s true. And it’s reflected in my thoughts about clothing. Sure, I will notice and even admire something nice or beautiful. I might like it, and even want to wear it. But at heart I usually will judge clothes by usefulness first. If I deliberately get all dressed up it will ultimately be because I have to. It’s cold. It’s wet. Someone wants me to. Or maybe I have to climb around on an active volcano and don’t want to breathe in too much sulphuric steam or get hurt by falling rocks.
So here’s a couple of pictures I found of me being…
All dressed up!