The Surprising Thing Your Underwear Says About You As An Artist
(Especially if the back half of your dress is stuffed in to them.)
I was feeling stressed and a bit bonkers last week.
So I went down to the beach around 7 a.m., hoping to have the ocean to myself for a few minutes.
But when I came up over the last dune before the waterline, I saw something odd.
A smiling women in her sixties with blue eyeshadow and lots of fabulous turquoise jewelry had beaten me down there.
That’s not odd part. (No matter how early you get up someone is always up earlier.)
The odd part was, this gal’s red, white and blue tie-dyed dress reached her shins in front but the back half was definitely balled up into her high-waisted, white underwear.
She was happy as a clam though, sauntering along exposing her hind quarters to the gulls.
Should I tell her?
‘Wouldn’t you want someone to tell you if you were only wearing the front half of your dress?’ I asked myself.
“Hi,” I said.
“Umm, this is awkward but I just thought I should let you know your dress is up in back?”
She did not blush.
She did stammer.
She did not thank me.
She did not even take her eyes off the sand she was eyeballing for shells.
What did she do?
She nonchalantly pulled the back of her dress out of her underwear, said:
“So what. Happens all the time.”
Then she looked up at me, smiled and added in a carefree, chipper way:
“Finding lots of sea glass and sand dollars today here. You?”
She seemed to have felt no shame or need to explain anything.
Just a tug out and a check in on the shell count.
I was lost in admiration.
It was as if she had said to me:
“What, who doesn’t have underwear or an ass for that matter?”
“Get over it girlfriend. Accidentally exposing your rump once in a while is just part of life on earth.”
After the power of speech returned to me, my new tie dyed dress friend and I had a serious talk about sand dollars which progressed to a hysterical talk about men in her life.
I headed south and she north.
I doubt I’ll see her again.
But as I was washing the sand off my feet at the spigot my thoughts stayed with her.
I was thinking about the freedom to be “audacious” or slightly “loony” that comes to many women with age.
The encounter reminded me of Jenny Joseph’s short poem “Warning.” The most popular poem in all of England at this time.
Lunacy or Self Acceptance?
But was it audaciousness / looniness that allowed tie dyed woman to travel the world shame-free?
Or was it that rare something you hardly see in women under 70?
Profound self acceptance. And the grace and humor that comes with it.
She was so excited to get down to the beach she had a wardrobe malfunction.
So What? She still liked herself just fine thank you.
“In a society that profits from your self-doubt, liking yourself is a rebellious act.” — Caroline Caldwell
Turns out tie dyed lady was a retired special ed teacher and full-time artist and beachcomber.
I bet her ability to not buy into shame comes in handy at work.
Less time apologizing = more time for painting.
I brushed the last bits of sand from toes and asked myself:
‘Jesus, how much more time would I have devoted to art in my life if I hadn’t been spending so much of it worrying about people metaphorically (or literally) seeing my underwear?’
How about you?
I’m not asking you to run around with your underwear hanging out on purpose today. But I am asking you to spend less time worried if they are.
Can we spend less time being “flawless,” and more time being flaw-full?
Let’s Conclude With a Quick “Cosmo” Quiz:
Question: What Does Your Personal Underwear Style Say About You as an Artist?
Wait, what was that you answered?
Did I hear you say: “I wear the waist-high kind. They are currently storing the back half of my dress— and I don’t care”?
Ding, Ding, Ding, You Win!!
In my eyes, you have the best underwear a creative can buy.
Have a story about embarrassment, wisdom or seeing things humorously in the second half of life that you are brave enough to share?
Leave me a comment please. I’d love to hear from you.