Tea: Christmas
Music: Elvis Costello and the Attractions, "Accidents Will Happen"
Time: Night.
In a couple of weeks, it'll be October -- which means it will be time to put away all my Hallowe'en gear away for a month.
See ya, Gashlycrumb Tinies sweatshirt. Hasta Novembre, black T-shirt with the little glow-in-the-dark Reaper and "I see dead people" lettering. Hiatus for the Great Pumpkin boxers.
Come the day after Thanksgiving, I'll have to stash the Charlie Brown Christmas tee (and the one with Snoopy in a Santa suit). Same goes for my Christmas Story shirts, my Garfield Christmas sweatshirt and all my Grinch stuff. After January 6th (the 12-day statute of limitations for Christmas), it can come back out.
February means no candy-hearts underwear, and the Cat in the Hat socks with shamrocks go away in March.
I don't get the unwritten rule about not wearing a music group's T-shirt to one of its concerts. Never have, probably never will. I do understand not rocking the colors of a hometown coffeehouse, burger joint, etc., unless you're out of the area. (So, for example, I can wear New York (or Manhattan, Kansas, for that matter)-themed shirts here, but not in the respective Theres.
So I'm ignoring one rule, obeying another -- but I like things in threes, and so I have my own rule to complete the set: "Thou shalt not wear holiday clothing during that holiday's season, because enough people are doing that already. Besides, it will give thee a laugh to see the doubletakes."
Notice I said "clothing." My Gashleycrumb Tinies lunchbox is exempt.
Because it's cool, that's why.
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Saturday, May 17, 2008
Man Out of Time
Tea: Oolong Pouchong
Music: Sweet, "Ballroom Blitz"
Time: Late evening.
I was four when my dad was the age I am now, so my recollections of how he dressed are based more on photographs than memory. I do recall that he often wore suits and ties (and a sweet mohair sweater of which I once had brief possession).
Later in life, he took to wearing shorts, T-shirts, white socks and baseball shoes (often with mesh-backed trucker hatsfrom the bank where he worked). I, being a teenager by then, was mortified.
My kids are teens already -- which means I get the fun of embarrassing them. Sometimes it's mismatched socks, sometimes ratty Chuck Taylor high-tops -- but it's hard to beat a good T-shirt for maximum embarassment value.
Two years ago, my daughter -- then a high school freshman -- and I went to a theatre event at her school. I wore a black shirt, bearing (in white) a tiny Grim Reaper and the words "I see dead people."
When the house lights went down, we discovered that Death and the letters glowed in the dark.
"Da-aaadd!"
Needless to say, I spent the evening clutching a playbill to my chest. Every time I even hinted at letting my light shine, she elbowed me in the ribs.
I still have that shirt -- but lately, it's been more fun to wear Christmas gear (shirts and socks) out of season. Today, it was a gray T-shirt bearing a big picture of Snoopy in full Santa gear.
The kids are getting jaded, though. Now, they just roll their eyes.
Maybe I should really shake them up. You know: suits, ties, maybe the odd mohair sweater ...
Music: Sweet, "Ballroom Blitz"
Time: Late evening.
I was four when my dad was the age I am now, so my recollections of how he dressed are based more on photographs than memory. I do recall that he often wore suits and ties (and a sweet mohair sweater of which I once had brief possession).
Later in life, he took to wearing shorts, T-shirts, white socks and baseball shoes (often with mesh-backed trucker hatsfrom the bank where he worked). I, being a teenager by then, was mortified.
My kids are teens already -- which means I get the fun of embarrassing them. Sometimes it's mismatched socks, sometimes ratty Chuck Taylor high-tops -- but it's hard to beat a good T-shirt for maximum embarassment value.
Two years ago, my daughter -- then a high school freshman -- and I went to a theatre event at her school. I wore a black shirt, bearing (in white) a tiny Grim Reaper and the words "I see dead people."
When the house lights went down, we discovered that Death and the letters glowed in the dark.
"Da-aaadd!"
Needless to say, I spent the evening clutching a playbill to my chest. Every time I even hinted at letting my light shine, she elbowed me in the ribs.
I still have that shirt -- but lately, it's been more fun to wear Christmas gear (shirts and socks) out of season. Today, it was a gray T-shirt bearing a big picture of Snoopy in full Santa gear.
The kids are getting jaded, though. Now, they just roll their eyes.
Maybe I should really shake them up. You know: suits, ties, maybe the odd mohair sweater ...
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