I did it, dear reader. Something I could never have imagined myself doing. We all have our standards, yes? People may scoff, but there are certain things we must do in a certain way, and certain things we will NEVER do no matter what. Standards.
I went outside wearing my winter indoor work clothes: turtleneck, raggedy denim jumper, and white anklets. Of course I slipped on the Crocs as I went out. Yes, Crocs with socks. And not just any socks, but short, warm white socks. With a denim jumper. Granted, there wasn’t much of an audience, maybe a neighbor or two and a squirrel, but still. In public.
When I was a kid, there were few things as uncool as the women who wore old-lady shoes with nylons rolled down around their ankles. That was all I could think of as I shattered the fashion glass ceiling here.
Get over yourself, you say? Not a chance. Some things are objectively unlovely. It’s not about me; it’s about standards, which get pretty loose some years after retirement.
I know I saw that squirrel cover his eyes.
p.s. You may congratulate my grandson and me, dear reader. In a wicked race with the calendar, we finished staining my deck last Saturday. The photo gives a small idea of Before and After. I’m still recovering.
With thanks to photographers T.A. Mesterharm and S.W. Berg.
Oddments 