Fashion By Linda Stowe
Fashion is not something that interests me. I mean, I know enough not to wear a plaid shirt with zebra striped pants but overall, my clothing choices have been pretty run of the mill. I am not one to break with tradition. I don’t go in for the latest designer label or try to emulate what the in-crowd is wearing. In fact, I have no idea what the in-crowd is wearing or even how one would find out – that’s how disinterested I am in fashion. My fashion rule of thumb is if it’s clean and comfortable, I’ll wear it. And wear it. And wear it. I haven’t bought clothes in years, to the point that some of them are a bit tattered and torn. But I’m okay with that because I rarely go anywhere, and fashion isn’t my thing.
Oddly enough, every now and then my brother brings up the topic of fashion, mostly in terms of complaining about it. My brother is about the same age as I am. Many years ago, he was widowed and a few years later he married again to a woman who is 25 years younger than he is. She has four sons and now 15+ years later, my brother’s family has expanded, what with all the wives and grandchildren. They are a gift-giving family so my brother has been the recipient of a lot of t-shirts and sweatshirts with clever sayings on them. My brother likes to wear plain shirts. Every now and then he will go for a plaid, but certainly not something with a teddy bear or “World’s Sexiest Grandpa” emblazoned on the front. He never wears these gifts and at this point he has two storage boxes full of these things. I wonder how long it will be before I’m sitting here in a shirt proclaiming me “World’s Sexiest Grandpa.”
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Polly here.
Linda’s piece cracked me up. But it got me thinking about fashion.
When it comes to what I wear? I am not one who is concerned with fashion either, as many of you well know.
I am the same plain Jane, over and over again. Gildan Hoodies. Land’s End Jeans. Like clockwork. I’m super clean every day and super comfortable. Those are the two things that are important to me when it comes to fashion on my body.
But with that said, I have pretty big opinions about fashion. That is certain.
Most of the time, I don’t even notice what someone is wearing. That is, of course, unless it is blatantly ridiculous to me. Like people who wear those shredded jeans. Or the young girls who go to dances with next to nothing on their bodies in the dead of winter. And we get battered with all the photos on Facebook. Somebody tell them they are going to a dance, not the swimming pool.
And some of the things the superstars wear to the red carpet events? Puhhhhllleeeeease. I feel like I’m off to see The Wizard.
But here I am, living in a glass house. Or should I say, living in a hoodie and blue jeans.
I better not cast too many stones.
Some might come flying back at me.
Fashion By Linda Stowe
