Remember when you were young, reasonably fashion conscious, and always tried to dress appropriately?
Socks with open sandals should never be seen, right?
Sleeveless vests (singlets) do not flatter the older man with a large belly.
No debate about that.
Brown shoes with a blue or grey suit?
In my day that was unacceptable.
There was a time when I laughed at people who did those things.
Last week, during endless rain, and before it got that cold, I had to take Ollie out in a downpour.
I was wearing a red T-shirt, and put on a baggy zip-up black fleece top over that.
Next came knee-length cargo shorts in blue. Military style, and loose-fitting.
Because of the rain and mud, I wore navy blue wellington boots, with some black and yellow long socks just visible over the top of them.
Umbrella up, I set off.
Not long after, I encountered a local lady who I know well. She was walking her three small dogs, and stopped to make a fuss of Ollie.
She is forty-something, and usually smart and well turned out. As she walked off with her dogs, she turned and smiled as she called out to me.
“Love the look. What kind of outfit is that?”
As I struggled to come up with a reasonable reply, I watched her from behind, her shoulders rocking as she giggled uncontrollably.
Yes, she was laughing at me.