It was only about three months ago that I was experiencing the horrors of shopping for new clothes for a former student’s wedding.
Once upon a time I enjoyed dressing up, and always looking my best. Now, however, my main goal is just to look nice and pray that everything matches and coordinates properly. Fortunately, I am not forced to dress up all that much throughout the year.
This Friday, a friend and I are attending a Dayton Philharmonic Orchestra concert featuring the music of Simon and Garfunkel. My friend, who is younger, and prone to more dapper dressing then I, has already been laboring on what to wear for the past week.
It’s Wednesday, and two days before the concert. I am finally kicking it into gear and actually attempting to select my attire ahead of time.
Normally, I walk to my closet an hour before I am supposed to leave and endure this terrific episode of trying to figure out what to wear. My concert companion informed me that I was not to wait until the last minute if I was needing any advice, or assistance in selecting what I am to wear.
Thus begins today’s efforts in building my selections for Friday evening.
I went through my closet and selected three shirts that are doable, but not terribly snazzy. At this time, my plan is to wear navy blue slacks. But God knows that could change.
I truly envy, but admire those who know exactly what they are doing with clothing. I am sure I am probably making this far more complicated than it is; but, I truly despise shopping for clothes.
Going into a store and searching through racks of clothes is my own personal Amityville Horror.