It’s from Old Navy and it cost $15 which is all I can afford to spend on myself during this global economic crisis. Big and warm, it’s perfect for turning down the expensive heat and eating everything in sight.
I should be concerned that I’m wearing it too often — especially in my small town where I see the same people every day.
Wednesday night I wore it under my green down vest to Caroline’s choir practice. I thought it looked bright and festive, like I’d just breezed in from doing something really sporty.
Friday afternoon I picked up my daughers at school. Moms were complaining about the cold, rubbing their skinny arms and shivering. I strolled right past them, cozy and warm with my blue fleece zipped smugly up to the top.
Saturday morning at Elizabeth’s basketball game, the local MILFs were dressed-to-kill, perched on the tiny elementary school bleachers in suede boots, hip jeans, and full-on make-up. I sat behind them and kicked back…in my blue fleece.
I put it on again today, ready for a day of lounging in front of the fire and reading my new book. My youngest daughter who wears nothing but tutus and sequins sneered at me. I saw her.
Perhaps I should care. But I don’t. Or maybe I should care that I don’t care, but my blue fleece keeps me cozy.
And right now, I need cozy.