LAUNDRY DAY - Trying to find something to wear on laundry day is - TopicsExpress

LAUNDRY DAY - Trying to find something to wear on laundry day is always a challenge. All the good stuff is in the wash. So I invariably end up wearing something thats usually reserved for gardening or painting or sitting alone in a darkened room. But it will tide me over till the laundry is done. Usually. And so the day progresses. And Im feeling a bit reckless today and I decide to do some Saturday afternoon shopping. Ive judged my motivation level and have determined that, while low, it is enough to get me through a brief shopping excursion. Enough energy to shop, but not enough to change into some other clothes, which are now clean and ready to be worn. But can I go out in public in this getup? I look down at what Im wearing. My least favorite pair of carmel-colored cargo pants, baggy in all the wrong places; a green striped T-shirt that looks like its from the Charlie Brown Collection; and a worn out lime-green pastel button-down shirt, which would be a fine color for an Easter egg, but as a shirt its hideous. I could change, but man I dont want to. And I decide What the hell, Im going for it. Besides, Ill be wearing my hat, which is so hip, it will make up for all the other glaring fashion faux pas that Im committing. Right? Right. So Im out and about, and as Im walking down the sidewalk in downtown Media I catch a glimpse of a homeless person inside a store that Im passing by. But he looks oddly familiar. So I do a double-take and I realize its not a homeless person in the store, its MY reflection in the glass. Holy crap. An obvious error in judgement. Its so funny how occasionally you unexpectedly see yourself in a mirror or reflective surface and you dont immediately recognize yourself. But oh yes, this was definitely me. So I figured, too late now, the cat is out of the bag and I proceed with my shopping, making sure not to look into any more shop windows. But as I finished my shopping at Trader Joes, I take one last look in the window in front of my parked car. Yep. This was a very special ensemble that I was wearing. And I decided that a look like this needed a name. Cutting edge fashion is like that. Its crying out for a label. Something by which it can be forever identified. And I came up with one on the spot. Amish Hobo Scarecrow Chic. That says it all. Its perfect.