the art of self encouragement

the seduction of a french cock

In 1939 at the New York World Trade Fair, famous sports brand Le Coq Sportif launches its new creation, the sweat suit, that the French dubbed, ‘The Sunday uniform.’  What Le Coq didn’t know was that the Sunday uniform was so damn fine it would eventually work its way into the rest of the week.

76 years later, on the other side of the planet as the leaves spoke autumn and the mercury screamed winter I got to sample its delights. I’m not talking your average Bond’s trackie daks, I purchased a full blown top and bottom fleece. A sensation so sublime it’s like wearing a warm bath with scented candles.

Normally, one to pride myself on my appearance, I have been know to clip in hair that wasn’t of my growing, inhale hours of toxic fumes to get that all important centimeter on my nail tip and chemically smother my skin for the perfect orange hue. Renouncing comfort for fashion was not even considered a sacrifice……until the track suit.

Every other item of clothing now feels tight and oppressive. When I reluctantly haul myself off to worldly duties, I find myself daydreaming about my track suit crumpled alone on the bedroom floor waiting to be reunited.

Last weekend I saw a local lady pop out to the corner store in a fluffy, floor length, lavender dressing gown. The behind back smirking of other shoppers surprised me. I was in awe, that woman’s living my dream.

Inspired by her bravery, I wondered if I could venture out in my ‘Sunday uniform.’

I dipped my toe in gradually, starting with a quick coffee, the dog by my side for justification. Next trip, the market, then the bank and finally, total conversion, I wore it to the cinema.

My husband’s gaze lingered as we were heading out the door but given that he has recently been committing the ‘Croc crime’ he was not in a position to comment.  Which left me pondering, as the movie trailers flashed before me and my hand reached mindlessly for the bucket of popcorn. Did age creep in and sneak out with my dignity or has wisdom dropped by bearing the gift of freedom, and if pride truly is a deadly sin then perhaps Le Coq was a saint and the track suit is a holy virtue.

8 comments on “the seduction of a french cock

  1. Carissa
    July 28, 2015

    Love it! What a great read as we are studying the Saints and preparing for the feast of Saint Ignatius!!

    Liked by 1 person

  2. margie
    July 29, 2015

    hilarious! I absolutely identify. Hugs.

    Liked by 1 person

  3. lizzie
    July 29, 2015

    Awesome Carole !! Fun to read !

    Liked by 1 person

  4. carole migalka
    July 29, 2015

    Naaaw my loyal fans .. Thx guys glad you got a giggle

    Liked by 1 person

  5. The Sock Mistress
    August 9, 2015

    Its a slippery slope to the fleece onesie…

    Liked by 1 person

  6. theoldfellowgoesrunning
    August 25, 2015

    Nothing beats the comfort of fleece Carole. Wow, it has been around for awhile.
    Admire you for “venturing out” in your Sunday uniform. Everybody is missing out on a good thing! 🙂
    Hope all is well with you! 🙂
    ~Carl~

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