Pajamas, a sweatshirt a shirt and socks and a sandal
No, I usually dress like that. I forgot to mention the silver Flash Gordon rocket tie clip.
Sherlock Holmes?
I read that as a green banana. Was about to ask, where?
Well she’s a guy. (I love that commercial!)
Ok, my at home uniform… Pink cotton floral nightie & bare feet.
Clean shirt, new shoes
And I don’t know where I am goin’ to.
Silk suit, black tie,
I don’t need a reason why.
They come runnin’ just as fast as they can
'Cause every girl crazy 'bout a sharp dressed man.
Gold watch, diamond ring,
I ain’t missin’ not a single thing.
And cuff links, stick pin,
When I step out I’m gonna do you in.
They come runnin’ just as fast as they can
'Cause every girl crazy 'bout a sharp dressed man.
Top coat, top hat,
I don’t worry ‘cause my wallet’s fat.
Black shades, white gloves,
Lookin’ sharp and lookin’ for love.
They come runnin’ just as fast as they can
'Cause every girl crazy 'bout a sharp dressed man.
ZZ Top
Nothing.
Well, normally I’d say in my tummy but it’s been a while since I’ve eaten a green banana.
I do like them better than the ripe ones.
Nuthin’ but a cockring.
The same thing I almost always wear: gym shorts and a t-shirt.
Left or right?
That sounds like it could be either a complete mess, or very stylish. Judging by the attention to detail given to the description, I suspect the latter.
Are we accessorising? Vintage pocket watch? Cufflinks? Silk undergarments?
Sounds like you would appreciate a pair of brogues made by a friend of mine who works as a last-maker at a high-class cobblers here in London. If you can afford the £4,000 a pair price tag that is :eek:
Starting from the bottom up:
Ugg boots
Explorer socks
Knickers
Trackie pants
Cotton long-sleeved singlet
Cotton long-sleeved sweat-shirt
Purple plush dressing gown
(I’m debating whether to put on my beanie!)
Yes, it’s fucking cold here, why do you ask?
I’m working, so:
My Browncoats T-shirtand khaki cargo shorts. Boxers. Oh, and narrow frameless glasses and a wedding ring.
Pocket watch, yes. 1950s Ingersoll.
Slippers and boxers. Just loaded the truck for a long weekend getaway, going to SSS and hit the road for camp.
A puzzled expression.
I’d like to see a picture!
I’m wearing a black/white/brown/gray patterned skirt with a handkerchief hem, a taupe T-shirt (everything matches that skirt), a beige cardigan, and open-toed snakeskin heels.
And I wouldn’t usually add this, but I feel quite spiffy today because my underpants have little Scottie dogs on them. 
She sounds hideous.
–Dammit! Someone beat me to it. This is what I get for not reading every reply first.
I’m wearing black pants, tank top, and slip resistant shoes, and my baker’s blouse. Also appropriate underwear. Now, back to work.
Blue jeans and a Hawaiian shirt, same as I do pretty much every day when I’m at work.
Oy! Why must you ask such questions so early in the morning? Now my poor brain is going to have to reboot all over again. Already, it’s making my fingers type “i’s” where they where they shouldn’t be. Is this an obscure reference to something? Or an unobscure one, even. My brain wouldn’t know the difference at this point. C’mon, reboot. Reboot!
The reason I was wearing a bandana (or bandanna, since my word check seems to like both spellings,) is because my hair has grown too long and it’s annoying hanging in my face but I’m too cheap to get it cut just yet. Give me another week or so.
This morning I’m wearing a teal T-shirt with nothing on it, jeans that are dark blue (yesterday’s were middling) and the same brown sandals. Am tempted to put the bandana on again but with this crowd…I don’t know.