I have a thing for checked blouses. I love them, and can’t get enough of them.
They’re comfortable. They come in wonderful colours, and their vivid vibrancy makes me smile. I find them really tactile, with easy to find buttons, and are super soft. And they cheer me up, when I’m feeling low.
For years, I wore tight clothes. I would wear slim skinny jeans, and tight shirts, always trying to look slimmer. Sometimes I was squeezing in to my clothes so much I couldn’t breathe, just to look smaller. I would even wear constrictive bras, so I didn’t look as big.
But over the years, I had enough of all that, slowly becoming comfortable with my size. I just wanted to be comfortable.
And then I found the checked blouses, and fell in love with them. They were loose and flowing, no constrictions or restrictions. I felt free, to be myself, for the first time in a long while.
I bought a load of them, loving the feeling. I grew addicted to comfort, found in these striped checked patterns and soft fabrics. I fell in love with colour; finding purple, red, pink, green blouses in a vivid vibrancy that made me smile, lifting my spirits when they were low.
And now I wear them all the time. They comfort me, and relax me. I feel stronger when I’m wearing one as if I can conquer the world. If I put it with one of my hooded jackets, I feel unstoppable. With my tree of life necklace close to my skin, the blouse becomes more powerful, shrouding me in strength and power and magic, revitalising my aching bones and reinvigorating my weary soul.
I usually wear them on the weekends, as something casual and comfortable. I wear them to writing retreats, and always do a load of writing when I’m wearing a checked blouse. I feel more creative, and curious, when I’m wearing one, and it spills into my words. Anything is possible with s checked blouse.
I know I should try to wear something more fashionable. But I like a checked blouse.
