Okay guys, buckle up. This is one if those posts. I know some if you will, “just don’t look,” but I’ll say, “then don’t go out in public like that.” The public was a doctors’ office waiting room. Yes, that’s doctors plural. One of those places with 45 different physicians with 45 different sub-specialties. So there are usually a couple dozen patients, some with the entourages, filling up the chairs placed with about as much attention to spatial management as the average airport gate area.
The”who” who couldn’t be overlooked was a 50-60ish woman about as skinny as a dining room table leg. Seriously thin. But of above average height. I would say about 5’10” – 5’11” and she carried about 20 pounds. I’ve seen sacks of potatoes heavier and dowel rods chunkier. Some how, she managed to find clothes tight enough to look painted on those legs that could be the literal “pins” as slang for women’s legs going back to the 1500s. Capri style naturally. But that wasn’t the eye catching portion of her body. At least it was t the part that caught my eye.
She walked in – no, she wobbled in on strappy sandals, the type you might find cruising the runway if your local fashion shoe, except they sported a 4 inch platform adding to her obvious natural height. But we still haven’t gotten to the eye catching part.
Stuffed into those sandals (and I’m not sure how you “stuff” something into somewhere that is built mostly of leather straps, but stuffed they wear) were foot so long the entire length of all 10of her toes extended beyond the front edge of the footwear. Made more noticeable by the lime green nail polish.
In 99.7% of my interactions with other humans, including the just see and be seen variety, I am a live and let live, you do you, whatever floats your boat, play it as you like it. Every now and then comes the other 0.3%. And she was it.
I am the first to admit, even before other people see me, that I a, not a fashion plate of the male variety. There were, are, and never will be pin-up pictures of me gracing the insides of women’s lockers, and I dress a tad more conservatively for the 21st century than the average male. But I do dress, and I cover all my parts, including the parts that don’t comfortably fit within the confines of clothing, sometimes even breaking down and being a larger size of said clothing if the current occupants of my closet are not up to the challenge. Is that too much to ask for of my fellow planet sharers.
I think you for the chance to get that off my chest. If you’ll excuse me, I must now write apology letters to all those when saw me at dinner last Saturday wearing a half-Windsor knotted tie when a Kelvin was definitely the least acceptable.
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Well like they say there’s no accounting for taste. Yours good, hers not. Also you have to admit it is possible this woman doesn’t own a full length mirror so she was unaware of how she looked overall. Just saying, trying to be kind. Still those shoes… 😳
And at the doctor’s office! Maybe somewhere else, although I don’t know where, sliding out of your footware would be acceptable, but cover up at the doctor’s. But then, what do I know? I still dress to travel on a plane. I suppose just in case we’re hijacked to somewhere formal.
And at the doctor’s office! Maybe somewhere else, although I don’t know where, sliding out of your footware would be acceptable, but cover up at the doctor’s. But then, what do I know? I still dress to travel on a plane. I suppose just in case we’re hijacked to somewhere formal.
Ah! That .03% that gives us pause. Too funny, you are. Too funny!
“In 99.7% of my interactions with other humans, including the just see and be seen variety, I am a live and let live, you do you, whatever floats your boat, play it as you like it. Every now and then comes the other 0.3%. And she was it.”
I’ll need to mull my .03% triggers. Certainly not (or knot?) the difference between a Windsor or Kelvin-tied cravat. (And what’s a Kelvin knot, anyhow?) 🤣
Tsk Tsk. A Kelvin is like a four in hand with an extra loop so it is symmetrical but not as wide as a Windsor. Might also be called a Prince Albert if I remember my finishing school lessons. 😁
Yes, be cautious of that 0.03%.
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Isn’t it interesting how different people go out of their way to be noticed by what they wear or how they’re poured into their clothing? It makes me wonder what they’re thinking. That was definitely worthy of the .03% looky-loos because she was working it. I’m in your ballpark–live and let live most of the time. But there are those times that you just have to comment on what you see. And I agree with Vic–what the bun is a Kelvin?
Absolutely Dayle, sometimes you just have to comment on it, or why would it be out there?
The Kelvin is a small symmetrical knot, like a small Windsor or as I said responding to Vicki, a four in hand with an extra loop, which makes me wonder, why don’t they call it a five in hand?
I didn’t see your response to Vic, but I totally believe you, who have had to wear suits and tie ties for a good part of your life.
Oh my goodness, just the thought of having shoes where my toes hung off the front makes my whole frame hurt. I’ve never been confused with a fashion plate but at least being stable seems like a good idea!
Oh Wynne, I don’t think you have to worry – you’re stable on many fronts.
I’m definitely less noticeable than in my past. I also can’t wear the beloved 3 in heels from college, haven’t for decades. And having toes out in them? No, thank you! Total accident waiting to happen! I’ve seen a few persons who demand you stop and look (the lady in the tiny tight top with AMAZING cleavage no matter the weather!), but overall, I just make up stories about them for myself!!! Granted, in summer, when those tight topped chicks pull sweaty cash from their cleavage….ewwwwwww!
Or the ones who all a phone out of there – double ewwwww!