Fashion Fauxward: Just when you thought it couldn’t get worse.

I am probably the wrong person to go on a rant about anything approaching fashion. Disclaimers abound:

For instance, these, for the past year, are what I would call my going-to-work shoes:

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And – true confessions here – these are what I would call my dress shoes:

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Truest confession: I have worn the same sweater pretty much every day, all day long and all night long for going on a month now. Cringe-worthy, I know. But it’s been COLD here. And I’ve discovered that alpaca is actually cozier than cashmere. And the CE hasn’t actually complained (raised eyebrows don’t count, right?)

Now that we’re vaxxed and ready to roll out the roller bags, it occurred to me that it’s time to up my fashion game ever so slightly. My motivation tends to lag, because I can actually get away with quite a bit. It’s easy to look like the best-dressed one when the CE, who, for decades before the pandemic was even a gleam in Dr. Fauci’s eye, has been famous for his penchant of wearing what we all affectionately call “clown pants” The word “baggy” just does not begin to describe his favored fit.

I guess that when you’re just that handsome

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you can get away with anything.  

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Seriously, if you saw those pants of his from the back, you would instantly forgive my 24/7 sweater.

Anyway, I was about to turn over a new leaf and dig into my closet at least to find a different sweater.

And then…

I opened up The Wall Street Journal and was assaulted by their take on post-pandemic fashion.

This, they say, is where we’re headed:

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We’ve somehow endured a year of sustained low-key terror and misery, washing down our groceries, donning layers and layers of masks, squinting from twenty feet to say hello to people you can’t recognize because you’re near-sighted and they’re swathed like a mummy, and the reward for all this?

You discover that Ralph Lauren is now taking fashion cues from my husband.

Dear God, please bring back the lockdown. Permanently. I just want to put on my sweater and hide.

About polloplayer

Empty nester searching for meaning of life through the occasional chicken epiphany.
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9 Responses to Fashion Fauxward: Just when you thought it couldn’t get worse.

  1. dizzyguy says:

    I’m not willing to concede ANYTHING to that common sailor in the last photo. Poor guy looks like he can’t find his ship..

  2. tdevir says:

    LOL!! Both those photos of dad are amazing! In very different ways 😂. Time to find a few post-quarantine outfits for Newport! 🤗

  3. Cherrie Mathieson says:

    What a handsome fellow he was and is! And I don’t mean the Ralph Lauren guy.
    Seriously, though, I have worn the same sweater for the entire winter. But then – it gets quite cold in Minnesota in December and January and February. And even in March. Now and then I did change the shirt I wore under my sweater, however, and I didn’t wear it to bed.
    Love your lively posts, and have been following you for years!

    • polloplayer says:

      Thank you! After 40 years, I’ve decided he’s a keeper 😉 Can you tell he’s from Minnesota? And thank you so very much for being a faithful Polloplayer follower.

      • Cherrie Mathieson says:

        Well, I might have guessed he was one of those reliable and hardy Minnesota men! Mine is a keeper, too. We have had a sixty-one year adventure together. His heritage is Norwegian and mine is Swedish, so our parents kept their fingers crossed when we got married!

  4. Alexandra says:

    hahahahaha amazing!

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