Fashions by Cliff
Had a nice long wait at the gate at Logan Airport.
It's always fun to people watch.
As I am prone to do I got to thinking a little bit about fashion and how well people do or don't dress for travel.
I thought of this because a guy got off his flight all decked out in a suit and tie. He had it all. A tie clip, a snappy scarf.
Looked like a million bucks.
"Dope," I thought.
Now all the people who know me understand that I am a very snappy dresser. I'm certainly up on all the new trends and I take great pride in ensuring that there's not a hair out of place.
Right?
I can't hear you!
Right???
Okay.
I'm a horrendous dresser. I take zero pride in how I might look.
I'm about comfort.
I don't even see the mustard stains until someone mentions them. I haven't slipped a tie over my neck in years. I still, at 52 years old, have no idea how to actually tie a tie. I'm thinking I'll make it to the coffin without ever acquiring that skill.
And no one better put me in there with a tie on.
A Yankee shirt is fine.
I find that people are actually following my lead too.
Most folks are wearing comfy clothes.
There are a lot of people in yoga pants, for instance.
Some people belong in yoga pants.
Some don't.
I know where to draw the line...
...those pants seem comfy.
But I won't pull a pair on anytime soon.
I don't care what people think about my appearance, but I don't need them pointing and laughing either.
It's always fun to people watch.
As I am prone to do I got to thinking a little bit about fashion and how well people do or don't dress for travel.
I thought of this because a guy got off his flight all decked out in a suit and tie. He had it all. A tie clip, a snappy scarf.
Looked like a million bucks.
"Dope," I thought.
Now all the people who know me understand that I am a very snappy dresser. I'm certainly up on all the new trends and I take great pride in ensuring that there's not a hair out of place.
Right?
I can't hear you!
Right???
Okay.
I'm a horrendous dresser. I take zero pride in how I might look.
I'm about comfort.
I don't even see the mustard stains until someone mentions them. I haven't slipped a tie over my neck in years. I still, at 52 years old, have no idea how to actually tie a tie. I'm thinking I'll make it to the coffin without ever acquiring that skill.
And no one better put me in there with a tie on.
A Yankee shirt is fine.
I find that people are actually following my lead too.
Most folks are wearing comfy clothes.
There are a lot of people in yoga pants, for instance.
Some people belong in yoga pants.
Some don't.
I know where to draw the line...
...those pants seem comfy.
But I won't pull a pair on anytime soon.
I don't care what people think about my appearance, but I don't need them pointing and laughing either.
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