Time to gear up for the fall wardrobe
The streets are finally empty, in a matter of speaking. I still haven’t adjusted and have found myself at least an hour early for every appointment. Many of us are left wondering where the traffic is on the highway; has some catastrophic event happened and the population been evacuated during the night? Is this a bad episode of “The Twilight Zone” where you wake up from surgery and are surrounded by a bunch of pig men wearing white lab coats?
Rest assured, it takes time to assimilate back to our normal routine. For too long, we locals have been suffering from the Stockholm syndrome, whereby we’ve identified with our captors and gone out and tinted our car windows black, put extra ramming speed equipment in our vehicles and worn the tightest, shortest shorts off the rack, whereby the actual cloth disappears somewhere inside our bodies only to be found years later during a routine colonoscopy.
But this lull now gives us an opportunity to turn our attention to more important matters, like our fall wardrobe. I know what you are thinking…what wardrobe? Believe it or not, at some point you may have to travel outside the state of Delaware. It might be for a visit or an event or something more pressing like a bail bond hearing. If you are still wearing flip flops and white pants, it would seem so bizarre to the rest of the country, the federal government will require a Department of Homeland Security full body scan.
Believe it or not, there are parts of this country where people don’t wear open-toed shoes year-round. So it requires some thinking on your part to gear up for the fall season; I know it’s difficult, since your brain is only functioning at the level of a small piece of spinach just from all the near misses on the highway this summer.
Of course, there are some advantages to wandering around in what you normally would wear in this resort area. Usually, you can go to the head of any line outside a 500-mile radius; people waiting assume by your outfit that you’ve just given up on life and probably don’t have too many days ahead of you.
I’ve had this happen a lot at airports. Unfortunately, I seemed to be always directed to the front of the check-in at a place like Uganda and politely complimented on my native attire.
Now, I’ve done some research on what to expect this year. It’s a lame effort on my part to appear tasteful, but this is all I’ve got. Some of those fashion magazines weigh like 5,000 pounds, so this might be as good as it gets.
The new fall colors are maroon, maroon and maroon. Trust me, no one looks good in this color except the pale model strutting down the runway whose daily diet consists of one Birds Eye pea, without the butter. You put this color next to your complexion and you could try out for the role of Lady Macbeth.
You may shrug your shoulders now and not consider this high on your list of priorities. However, your children will be watching, and one stain, one loose button, one of last year’s colors, one repeat outfit and you are looking at a family conference on living in a group home where you will hear, “B-10, I-54…” over and over again.
Believe me, I’ve yet to live down the suit I wore to one of their college graduations. OK, plaid went out in the ‘70s, but I think stuff about piano legs was just uncalled for, so I would suggest you get yourself a travel wardrobe. Black is always safe, but not too much; you don’t want to be mistaken for a Hefty bag.
Hey, you can always find a place to change before you cross the Delaware Memorial Bridge. Fashion cuts both ways.