... and other clothing 'mistakes' I've been warned about. My daughter has spent the better part of her life educating me on the art of dressing myself. She used to hand-pick my clothes when she lived at home and over the years has carried many a dress out of the dressing room and back to the rack in the store in an attempt to prevent me from buying what I thought looked good, or believed to be fashionable. She lives a hundred miles away now and I'm sure that she still cringes to think that I'd break one of her rules, she definitely has established them to be followed, she grew up believing this to be her calling. The most famous of these is her Double Denim* rule, breaking that one would be a complete and total "no-no". Basically the rule is this... if you have on jeans you shall not, ever, wear anything denim on top at the same time! No denim shirt, or jeans jacket, or vest. Oops. Vests are out, completely; I keep forgetting about that. Sorry, honey! Anyway... back to the *D.D. rule. Denim shirts, blouses or jackets are for wearing with khaki, black or any non-denim item on the bottom. Easy enough to remember, right? I slipped up today. I started out just fine. Cropped jeans and a white shirt with cute, tan leather sandals. I was cold here in the house as the morning wore on; I slipped my ever-present denim shirt over the top of the white shirt I was already wearing; thus, violating the D.D. rule... big time! My feet were still cold. Tennis shoes quickly replaced my cute little sandals, oh... and socks; soft, white, low cut socks! I can wear tennis shoes and socks with my crop-length jeans can't I? Hmmm... all of a sudden I don't remember the shoe rules. Oops, again. But then, what does it matter since I am already in violation? It's a good thing she's at work... a hundred miles away; I'm certain that I'm in trouble, really big trouble. I have a feeling she already knows, she has an extra sense for infractions such as these and I think I can hear her screaming all the way from the Capital City! Maybe I can beg some extra credit for my cute little scissor-leash and call that a fashion accessory, that and my rubber bracelet? Probably not. Uh-oh.Life is Good!
31. Talk less; listen more.
