Camp Clothes

          I'm not a camper--never have been.  I don't make cowboy coffee or clean fish.  Camps have dirt.  Camps have campfires and campfires have smoke.  Bug spray smells bad.  That said, I'm loving CampHOPEforKids and at least I'm not sleeping in a tent.
          Now, I have camped a time or two when our kids were small and we couldn't afford a real vacation.  By "real" I mean a trip where you don't have to work harder than you do at home.  My experience with camping is that everything is harder at camp than it is at home--cooking, washing, dishes, clothes and yourself, and cleaning wounds you wouldn't even have acquired if you had not come camping--all harder!
          I came to camp this summer with what I deemed appropriate expectations.  I also came with what I considered appropriate camp attire.  I had the right number of matching shirts and capris.--no holes or frayed edges.  At first, I mostly washed things out in my sink at night and hung them in my room to dry or spread them out to be as wrinkle-free as possible.
          It's been three weeks now.  I schlep my laundry over to the camp laundromat.  I don't bother to separate darks and whites--I can rock drab.  I don't notice wrinkles--now my clothes match my skin.  Stains make me more relatable to the kids.  Delicate cycle?  I've forgotten what the term means.  My wardrobe has gone from camp-cute to camp-who-gives-a-hoot.  I'm a camper!