My beloved SO is an older fellow with many quaint and curious ways. He likes Muzak, still writes hand-written letters to old friends, and irons his cotton handkerchiefs.
And being of his generation, beige is still the favourite colour in his wardrobe. Trousers, shirts, vests and even his socks are fucking beige. Every now and again he’ll get adventurous and wear a WHITE shirt, or KHAKI pants, but really, they’re just a different shade of beige.
Today he came home all excited after a shopping expedition to the Goodwill Store in town…with a beige suit. But not just any old suit, oh no…it was a Safari Suit, circa 1970, with lapels that extended all the way to the shoulders. It was in pristine condition with all the original creases still intact. Like it had never been worn even.
**YOU KNOW WHY?? BECAUSE NOBODY IN THEIR RIGHT MIND WOULD EVER HAVE BEEN SEEN DEAD IN ONE. EVEN IN 1970. THEY WENT OUT OF FASHION BEFORE THEY CAME IN. **
He tried it on and did the New Outfit parade before me, and I smiled, nicely, and made comment on what a bargain he had snagged….and that he was forbidden from ever wearing it out in public in my company. When The Kid came into the room and burst into hysterical laughter at the sight, I think he realised the gravity of his sin.
What fashion faux-paxes do you, your SO or friends commit that mortify you and assault the senses?