I’m trying to be a modern, competent, in-touch-with-things senior adult woman. Sometimes it’s an uphill climb. Of particular frustration, to the younger folks in my life, is my phone.
I do have a phone. And, for the most part, I know how to use it. Not all the parts, and, truly, maybe not even most of the parts, but I’m getting better at a variety of things, and I’m pretty good at Words with Friends.
But knowing how to use it is just one part of the challenge. A larger challenge is knowing where it is. And here’s where I’m trying to improve. In order to move from “Where IS the phone,” to usually knowing where it is and/or having it with me, to actually regularly carrying it around with me, I’ve had to make a new commitment. I need clothing with pockets. (And even that’s not a guarantee, it merely improves the chances.)
I’ve just returned three dresses that I really did like. I tried them on; they fit; but when I sat down, the phone fell from the pocket and clattered to the floor. Nope.
I have three denim skirts. Each one has a pair of nice, deep pockets that securely hold the phone. All my other, nicer skirts either have no pockets at all, or have teeny, tiny pockets that aren’t good for holding anything except maybe a Kleneex tissue.
So, I’m on a skirt hunt. I’ve looked at Target. There are skirts. They have sequins. Or they are shimmery and sparkly. Or they are leather (well, not real leather, but leather-like). I did, one day, see a nice blue skirt there. It was the only one on the rack. It was a size 4.
A few weeks ago, I was shopping at Hulen Mall in Fort Worth. For skirts. I went everywhere. Few skirts had pockets, and those that did had tiny little pockets that might hold a couple of quarters or a delicate hanky.
So, modern life being what it is, I Googled “skirts with pockets” and got a wide variety of choices. Not necessarily great choices, or even good choices, but choices.
-
- Um. Well. No, not really. First of all, I don’t notice many pockets. Then, I guess if I sewed three or four of these together, I might have a skirt that would cover all the parts of me that would need to be covered.
-
- I love the title “Skirts with Pockets and Cute Skirts with Pockets.” As though they want to be sure I understand the difference.
-
- Here’s an interesting choice. Too bad it only comes in sizes 0, 2, and 6. And the 0’s and 6’s are sold out!! Too bad for me.
-
- What a steal!! It’s almost half price. And such big, roomy pockets!! Now, shall I wear this to church, or just to shop at Target or the grocery store?
And why do you worry about clothing? Consider the lilies of the field, how they grow; they neither toil nor spin, yet I tell you, even Solomon in all his glory was not clothed like one of these. But if God so clothes the grass of the field, which is alive today and tomorrow is thrown into the oven, will he not much more clothe you—you of little faith?
Matthew 6:28-30 (New Revised Standard Version)
Okay, then.
Of course, now that I’ve looked online for skirts, every other place I go to work or read online, is now surrounded by a variety of skirts, most of them not in the least bit tempting.
What about visiting JoAnn’s (the store, not your sister), choosing a pattern and some fabric and warming up the old sewing machine? Flashback to the 60s!!
Actually, a couple of times, I’ve bought dresses that were so long that I cut them off and made pockets to put into the side seams. But a whole skirt? It makes me a little tired to think about.
I usually solve this problem by wearing vests, especially the ones that have pockets on the inside.
That’s really appealing. I like the idea of pockets on the inside; less likely for the phone to fall out.
You SHOULD come see me, and we can go skirt shopping in Greenfield. I’ve noticed that most of the Oaxacan ladies wear long skirts. I’ll stop and ask if they have pockets. We can also go to Salinas, Monterey, San Jose, Santa Cruz, San Francisco! The possibilities are endless. (along with the traffic)
When I lose my phone, (which somehow seems to happen quite often I search diligently before I ask Jim to call me. He does it begrudgingly because he says he doesn’t want me to become dependent on him! So get David a phone just so you can use it to call yourself.