I confess I rarely give much thought to my appearance. I am forever surprised - sometimes pleasantly and sometimes not - when I happen across a mirror or the glass in a store window as I walk down the street.

Comfort matters more than anything. I like long skirts and dresses, but it seems to take more fuss with grooming to wear them, so I hardly ever do.

I will forget to change from work clothes before I go into the garden in the evening. I'll realize halfway through cutting the grass that I am wearing good shoes. On a weekend, I'll go straight from digging in the garden or dong a major clean-up of the shed to the grocery store, not realizing until I'm in the checkout line that I have mud on the seat of my pants, dirt up to my elbows and imbedded under my nails, and twigs in hair that hasn't been brushed or combed for 8 hours.

I absolutely never wear anything that is not comfortable, especially shoes.

I guess I'm just heedless. Or eccentric. Or both.

Janie