| Hi Snow! Nixie here. I'm reviewing your work for "I Write in 2020"
First off, what a wonderful idea for setting up a blog. Collections and the like can be overlooked, and get cumbersome.
I've been thinking ever since I read this how it could possibly be reviewed. Then I read the prompt and it all made sense. The ride was a little bumpy, mostly because of me. Symmetry and rhyming. That's what's captures my attention.
So, I focused on the content, which was my first impression. Trying to go deeper and ferret out more than my feelings ended up a fruitless and unnecessary journey. Do most ignore that little voice in their head, or brush aside what first comes to mind?
Every facet of clothing appeared here. From shoes, to pants or skirts, from fashion conscious to relaxed and enjoyable. You're comfortable with where you are right now.
My problem with being at home, especially with being a Covid Captive, is my tendency to slump and forget proper posture. That habit I am sorry to have lost.
My mom raised me to dress up all the time. Heels and dresses. That was me. In school, we weren't even allowed to wear pants until the 8th grade. Funny, how stories or poems speak to the individual reader.
I'm on the borderline. Around the house, it's whatever goes. That must be true of everyone. But I'm still hard-wired to skirts and dresses. No more 3 or 4 inch heels, though. Mostly, I pair my attire with low-heeled sandals or sneakers in the summer.
Since I live in Florida where the norm is sandals and shorts, or something super-sloppy, I draw unwanted attention. Like you, I can't change who I am at this point in my life. In a few years, though.
In the winter, I cling to my high-heeled boots.
How true about men looking for older women with insurance! Years ago, someone warned me and suggested I stay aware.
A long time ago, I found a 2nd-hand store where rich, super-rich women traded in their clothes after wearing them once. I was the best dressed woman at work. I miss that opportunity.
My favorite part was the 4th stanza, and I bet you know why. Those WdC clothes are mighty comfy. Hoodies never appealed to me, but I have the shirts. A few times, I've sent one of my grandson's home in a WdC shirt, but now I can't remember why. They looked so darn cute.
Look what you dragged out of me! Sometimes I worry that the best is in the past. I hope patched up memories stay sentimental, not forefront in my mind.
Some writes bring out these memories and make it easy for me to relate. I also enjoy the opportunity to 'chat with the author' as if we were sitting down together enjoying some alcohol coffee or tea.
In the end, here I am, smiling.