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Article. Parts That Will Be Cut Out.
Well, ladies, clown noses are in this fall, as are colors like puce.
I promised – half or perhaps three-quarters jokingly – in my last article that I would write a fashion article (or, more precisely, an “anti” fashion article). I have been in fact taken up on that offer, so here is my digression in itself, which I will keep brief.
First of all I’d like to say that I don’t dress particularly well. On better days I’m interesting to look at, on worse days it’s good judgment to avert your eyes before you go blind. (Judge not lest you be judged. Well, we go to Wyoming Seminary, so I think we have that part covered.) But I digress, so here goes.
Cowboy paraphernalia. I went to the Alamo over Spring Break and brought back the Texan Ryan Riley a pin. Hurray for the South and all… but we live in the Valley, folks. Unless you’re a redneck, your parents are those people who wave little red flags at the bulls in Spain, or you actually ride the bucking bronco, put these items in the back of your wardrobe and forget you ever let them touch your skin. I love the ladies who wrote the other article in the last issue – but in the Valley, you represent your American pride (or love of kitsch, whichever) by mullets, crooked teeth, “Hurrah for Noxin” t-shirts, and use of words like “haina.” (Go to the mall. See for yourself.)
On another note, grey and brown do not match, nor do grey and green, nor do black and brown.
These are more or less the only gross misuses of cloth I’ve seen so far this year. Earlier in the year, carpis and hot pants (or were those skirts?) were more rampant, but that’s died down. Sooner or later, people will break out those multicolored scarves that match everyone else’s. But until then, we as a community are looking reasonable (with the exception of the people who don’t bathe). My commendations.