I had a brief encounter at a bakery. The middle aged woman chatted about how her grandmother got dressed up every single day--no matter what. Her young assistant said, "That's too much. If I'm not going anywhere, I stay in my pajamas all day long."
I veer strongly toward that grandmother. Not dressed up everyday, but mostly ready for whomever, whatever, whenever.
I grew up in a super social household. My mom and my aunt who lived across the hall both created warm, welcoming environments that brought a slew of visitors to our homes. Our doorbell seemed always to ring on Friday and Saturday evenings and on Sunday afternoons. We'd have no clue who waited on the other side of the door. One of us would trot downstairs to find distant cousins, hometown friends, coworkers, and friends.. They knew we'd be company ready. There were drinks, an easy meal, or good conversation to be had. My friends picked up on the vibe and would also drop by unannounced.
We got up, had coffee and breakfast, got dressed--generally with eyeliner, a bit of lipstick, and earrings. I've kept that habit all these years. Otherwise I feel naked, like the day hasn't really begun. The only time I'm bare faced and not dressed is if I'm really sick....which rarely happens. The Belcher tribe lounged in real clothes, and I expect I'll always be that way.
At the point that I start buying and lounging in pajamas will be a sign that I've shifted somehow. I can't imagine whether that will be for better or worse; but it will definitely be a departure from family tradition.
I wonder what habits have been imprinted on others. How many have family ways that have lingered, for better or worse?