I avoid clothes that display the company’s logo prominently. However, I do have some counterfeit sweatshirts with logos on them. I think there’s a delicious irony in wearing a counterfeit Tommy Gofigger shirt; ripping off the ripoff.
Most of mine have been mentioned already, but I can’t believe that I’m the only one who hates “Carpenter” style jeans. I hate the hammer loop and the weird pocket configuration running down the leg.
No flip-flops or sandals of any kind. Men should not wear open-toed footwear, it’s disgusting and classless. (Ever wonder why there is no Western formal open-toed men’s shoes? It’s because it’s just not supposed to be. )
I will never wear a hat unless I’m doing outdoor labor in the summer.
Remember when wimmen wore those gawdawful tights? I mean the tights with nothin’ over them? All they would wear was the tights and a shirt. Eeeeeeew! What a way to show off your celulite or flab or knobby knees, people! No one wants to see what you’re offering! Only .00001% of the female population ever looked good in them and they knew they looked good enough in plenty of other clothing that they could safely avoid those horrid things.
As for me:
I won’t wear logos either. I’m not wearing someone’s advertising unless the pay me very well to do it!
I’m not a frou-frou kind of gal so lots of pastelly, flowery, frilly and downright feminine things are out.
I do own a couple pairs of capris though. I’m short enough that they look like regular pants on me. No hemming or rolling of cuffs! It works for me.
I will not wear:
Floral patterns
Pink (unless it is in very, very small quantities)
Navy blue with black
Gray with khaki
White socks with anything but white tennis shoes. Since my idea of tennis shoes is brown and corduroy, that means I don’t wear white socks. Socks should match your shoes and/or pants.
Anything Nike
I will wear:
Capri pants ('cuz they’re better than shorts, dammit!)
Yellow and orange (Since I seem to be the only one who will)
Shirts that show cleavage (What fun is life without cleavage anyway?)
If I try on a shirt and the sleeves are tight up under my armpits, I may tear it in my haste to pull it off.
As for the rest, it’s mostly been said. Capri pants, fur, and clothing with logos top my “won’t wear” list.
no bowties
no suspenders
no bib overalls
no huge silver belt buckles
no string ties
no cowboy boots
no sleeveless shirts
no tattoos
I never wear bodily waste products of any kind.
All right, I had a navy pee coat when I was a kid.
Anything asymmetrical. I have OCD, and if I walk by a mirror I spend and hour trying to straighten myself
Keep those high-waisted pants away from me!
Why do people WEAR those? My eyes, they burn! 
I will not wear pastels. I also won’t wear
high-waisted pants
pantyhose
drop waisted dresses
anything made of ruffled vinyl
shrugs
clothes with a Christmas motif, especially if it lights up
Oh, I feel the same way. I feel like a complete dork in the “standard American uniform” of jeans, T-shirt with “humorous” graphic, and sneakers. Ugh!
No yellow for me, either.
No white metals - only yellow gold.
No jewelry made from man-made materials.
No jewelry that pierces any body part other than the ear lobes - only 2 max per lobe.
No tattoos.
Nothing that reveals cleavage, midriff, or bra straps.
No spaghetti straps. Also, no bralessness.
No “gimme” caps.
No high heels over 2".
No eyeshadow.
No bandeau-top bikinis. Also, no strapless tops in general.
No ponchos - ever in my whole life.
No digital watches.
No lace anywhere on a garment that comes into contact with my skin - especially bras and underpants!
No itchy or tight clothes.
No piping.
I tend to not be at all particular about styles – but there are places I will not go. The “Speedo” swimsuit style is NOT for me. Neither is the pair of shorts that look like it contains enough material for one and a half pairs of normal trousers.
Other things I avoid as much as I can:
- wife-beater undershirts
- tassel loafers
- baroque wing-tips with a million little holes
- sneakers that look like an olympian should wear them
- jeans other than Levis or Wranglers
And a number of garments I find myself wearing because people insist in presenting them to me as gifts when they well know my tastes don’t run that way, in an act of emphasizing that they know better:
- french-cuff shirts
- cuffed pants
Wow, what a selection! It reminded me of some more things I won’t wear:
Overalls.
Painter’s pants.
The “aviator” look.
A rubberized yellow raincoat with a hood like the one I had as a kid.
A bowtie.
A hoodie.
Biker apparel.
Polyester. I would have mentioned that earlier, but I thought it was a given.
A striped flannel lumberjack shirt, especially with a white T-shirt, jeans and army boots.
Army boots.
Do you technically wear a tattoo? I see it more as something you have done to you. No matter, I wouldn’t get one.
Body piercings.
A mohawk.
A buzz cut.
A perm. Only did that once, for 20 minutes, in 1980. Never again.
“Relaxed” jeans or pants.
Cheap shoes made of vinyl.
And being in Florida, I will most likely never have to wear a parka again. As the kids say, Woot!
Is it safe to come out yet? Did the ponchos go away?
Most of the stuff I wouldn’t wear has been covered here. Except that I haven’t seen Uggs (though I may have missed it).
I saw a woman back in October or so wearing gauchos, a poncho, **and ** Uggs. We had to put her down.
I can’t imagine life without cleavage. My thinking is that if everyone is looking at my tits, they won’t notice how big my ass is.
I won’t wear:
Pants that hit anywhere between the knee and ankle–they look stupid on everyone (Mom, aunts, I’m looking at you here, with your stubby, skinny legs) and even more so on me
Shirts designed to show cleavage–maybe I’m not wearing the right bras, but all these shirts show on me is far too much pale, boring skin, not cleavage
Sparkly stuff
High heels
Side-zipper pants–what foul demon designs those things?
Low-cut pants of any kind–they make them in my size, for reasons I cannot fathom. I wish others were as prudent in not choosing them.
Sleeveless tops–the last time I wore a sleeveless top with something over it was when I was a cute nine-year-old and could get away with it
Stuff with big logos
Cotton-blend t-shirts–the only material permitted to be blended with the cotton in the t-shirts I wear is a tiny percentage of spandex (for drape, not cling)–life is too short to wear poly-cotton t-shirts
Bow ties
String ties
Nike logos
Tattoos
Hats
Sandals
Plaid pants
Muscle shirts
Undershirts
Boxer shorts
Necklaces
Earrings
I’ve never understood the vast, vast popularity of those sweaters that say
GAP
The GAP logo isn’t even pretty! And everyone in my hometown had one, and it was distressing! And the most distressing part? We don’t even have a GAP on the entire island of Cape Breton - the nearest one was 5 and a half hours away!
Elastic waistband pants
Tapered pants (the ones that are baggy at the top and tight around the ankles? For the love of MC Hammer, why?!)
Pants in bright colours, unless they are patterned. I can’t see myself rockin’ a pair of RED pants, for some reason. I’m sure others can work them into their style, but I cannot.
Navy blue pants. Navy blue shirts with jeans, for example, are fine. Just not pants.
Pants with looooOOOOoong crotches. :dubious:
Pants with baggy derrieres.
High-waisted pants.
Low-cut pants.
Pants with one leg rolled up and the other one not rolled up! Ha!
I’m pretty picky about pants. 
Other than that…
Baseball caps.
Vests. Any and all of them.
REAL fur… the fake stuff is just fine by me. I’ve got a huge, loud, fake fur coat with spots on it.
Anything that shows my belly. The midriff does not exist on me. If you see belly, I erase your memory. (I hate how, now that I’ve gained weight, my belly is trying to make an appearance when I wear shirts I used to wear all the time. NO. Stay in there!)
High heels, but I’m sad about this. I think I could wear chunky ones, but thin ones? I’d break my ankle. I love the look, but I can’t wear 'em. (I have problems with my left foot, it turns in a little and I frequently go over on my ankle.)
High-tech running shoes. You know the ones I mean. The ones with the springs and the little see-through windows… no. (Unless I was, say, running. Which I can’t do because of aforementioned ankle, so I have no excuse to wear them.)
A suit made entirely of nacho chips and glue. (Quoting a friend. Wish I could take credit for this but I can’t.)
Ehh, other than that, there’s not much I wouldn’t wear, I guess, as long as I could work it into my style.
Mom?
That’s something else I won’t wear. Lipstick. I’ve never been able to find an actual ‘lipstick’ that didn’t make me look like a little kid playing with Mommy’s lipstick. I wear tinted lipglosses, but real lipsticks look (and feel) weird on me.