Ha ha - nice one.
If you gave George Clooney a string vest, a jumper you found
in a bin and some paint-covered tracky bottoms, he'd still manage to look sharp.
I am the opposite. If someone put me in an Armani suit – and I can't picture
any sequence of events that would lead to that – I'd still look like I'd put my
clothes on with a shovel.
I've also never been interested in clothes, although
I do usually wear them so as not to embarrass the kids. I've never really got fashion – suddenly everyone decides that what would have been a sign of severe
mental health issues six months ago now looks good.
Recent beardies, I'm talking to you - if you
wanted a bushy beard, why didn't you grow one before, so you could be special?
But I don't have the courage or desire to wear clothes that stand out,
so I have evolved over the years a wardrobe that you could fairly describe as
dull, limited, and crap.
The charity shop part of this is no challenge at all – that's
where I buy my clothes anyway. The challenge is the fear of ending up looking
like some kind of navvy-clown. Or maybe in six months' time everyone will have
swapped their beard for the new, 'navvy-clown' look.
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I am hoping it's a kilt, stripy tights or a feathered, yellow onesie that makes you look like big bird.
... and yet still keep my dignity?
What dignity is that which you say you are keeping? Would you like me to help you look for it? xxx
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