Last night Husband went to see the family and friends of a former member of his band, who just passed away. As he had me turn down his collar and button his shirt, I couldn't help noticing the back of his undershirt showed through his dress shirt. When he turned around, his shirt proudly displayed a Jolly Roger emblem, pretty avant-garde for a funeral thing. "Not to worry," he reassured me. "I won't take off my jacket." "That's good," I rejoiced, "the last thing grieving people will be expecting is an assault by pirates; however it won't prevent that necktie from overpowering your whole life." Apparently it was one left over from the 70's, when ties were HUGE and LOUD. I think Emmet Kelly wore one like it when he was with Ringling Brothers. All he needed was the over-sized shoes to complete the ensemble. Obviously finding anything but jeans and t-shirts is difficult at our house.
Given this choice, I chose the lower one. How was I
to know the knot would be bigger than
As he toddled off both sad and sadly-dressed to say a final goodbye to his old friend, it was a relief to know his band buddy would miss his fashion faux pas. This now deceased friend had once taken a spill on his motorcycle and kept the crease in his jeans. On the other hand he might have enjoyed his dress-challenged pal.
We walk around like this all the time. There ought to be a law.