It wasn’t until I was well into my 20s that it occurred to me I didn’t have to wear jeans all day. I’ve been much comfier since switching to shorts or house pants, as the season dictates.
Blue jeans, black tee shirt, black socks. I seem to have fallen into this “uniform” over the last year or so. Seriously. This is pretty much what I wear every single day these days.
Just a pair of shorts, commando. I would just be wearing boxers but I figured I’d dress up. My daughter is with her mom for two weeks so this is my evening uniform until she returns and i have to actually wear clothes around the house.
“Darn, how is anyone supposed to compete with that?” Crow mutters enviously, “The dude is stylin’!”
I’m wearing my new favorite thrift store find, a light green T-shirt that says “Route of the Hiawatha” on it. I’ve just learned through the interwebz that it’s a railroad-track-turned-bicycle-trail going through the Idaho Rockies, with a wee bit in Montana, too. There’s a stylized silhouette of a leaping Hiawatha as well. I suppose it’s him, at least. Only cost me a buck. Yay, thrift stores!
Elsewhere on my body, I’m wearing blue jeans and brown sandals and a green bandana.