I grew up in overalls. Stopped wearing them when I got married. Overalls were frowned upon. A little too country I guess.
A couple months ago, I got the urge to wear them again and googled “overalls.” I found multiple sites from stores that actually sold them. Stores like American Eagle, Gap, Nordstrom and Forever 21. Overalls were in style. I couldn’t help but smile.
I was a little older than the models, at least thirty years older. I didn’t care. If overalls were now fashionable in places like the city, I could make them fashionable with older women. I figured at fifty I had earned the right to be grandmothered into the overall club.
Not one to order clothes online, I waited until I went shopping next to look for my beloved overalls. My opportunity came unexpectedly when I took my teenage son to PacSun.
Upon our entrance, a salesgirl asked if she could help us. She was wearing overalls.
“I love your overalls!” I said. “Where did you get them?”
“Over there,” she said, pointing to the wall.
And you can guess what happened next. I bought those overalls and have comfortably and happily worn them since. The first day, my friends, Janice and Susan, snapped pictures of me. Yesterday, Debbi Gay and Jimmy, friends since kindergarten, accompanied me to a cornfield for a good ol’ country photo shoot. Needless to say, I had a blast.
Take a look.
I do believe I found myself, at age fifty, in a pair of overalls.