My west coast brother has informed me that today is "Clashing Clothes Day." I have a hard time with that. I like my clothes to coordinate, but I do admire people who are more free-wheeling about their clothing choices. Children are the best at this. My daughter, for example, loved to wear bright colored, patterned tights with just about any skirt and sweater. Except, of course, in middle school when she went through her 'grunge' phase. Of course that was a very inexpensive phase, so I didn't complain. My son, when he was in kindergarten, wanted to wear only navy blue. That was his "I want to be a fireman" stage. When my granddaughters were younger, pre-teens, I would take each of them on a shopping spree as a Christmas gift. That was always interesting. One loved to shop at Goodwill, where she could get lots of outfits for her money, another shopped by feel. Pants and skirts had to feel soft and look comfortable before she would even try them on. The third granddaughter would bypass the clothes all together and head straight for the book stores. A girl after my own heart. After all of this reminiscing about clothes, I've just realized that my clothes clashed today. In my defense, this is because of the cold snowy weather. Today I wore my brown and blue Alaska moose socks, red ankle boots, black jeans, a red turtle neck, a black and tan plaid flannel shirt, a gray puffy hooded coat and turquoise gloves. I guess I can clash with the best of them when I'm too cold to care. But it just occurred to me, if you want your clothes to really clash, wear a suit of armor.
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