missing the wave
January 23, 2009
I have no fashion sense. Hey, if you say that with a bit of a Spanish accent, it sounds kind of like “Because he has no strenth.” Huh.
Anyway. I have no fashion sense. Really, none. I’m a jeans and a t-shirt kind of guy in the winter, and a shorts and flip flops guy in the summer. I prefer a sweatshirt to a coat, and a beanie to hair.
Although, even I can look at some things and, as the song goes, say “hmmmm.”
I say I’m qualified, because I have a Mexican Wedding Shirt. That’s what my sister called my shirt when I took her to go see Slumdog Millionaire last week. She got in the car, did kind of a double take, chuckled to herself, and said under her breath (but not so quietly that I couldn’t hear her) “oh, it’s a Mexican wedding shirt.” Meaning that it has embroidery all over it. And, um, I guess one could wear it to a Mexican wedding?
Here is the shirt (made by London Laundry, by the way, and NOT in Mexico):
Obviously, I didn’t pick it out. I don’t pick out anything that doesn’t involve jeans or shorts and a t-shirt or sweatshirt. I come out of the closet wearing something, and just look at Kim, who looks me up and down, and either nods or shakes her head. No words are exchanged. It’s a lot like a pitcher and catcher exchanging signals for the next pitch.
Anyway, while I don’t have much fashion sense, at least I DO have someone shaking me off when I’m serving up an 85mph fastball to David Ortiz.
This woman, unfortunately, isn’t so lucky.
On the other hand, maybe I’ve missed an entire wave. It’s not like I would notice.
But did the wave HAVE to include those ankle thingies?