Day 4. Already. See how fast this challenge moves? It's crazy. Happy Letter D. D is for Dress Code.
Living in a Shore town changes most peoples perspectives on what's acceptable to wear. Our dress code here is super slack. For the most part, even the fanciest restaurants will let you in, as long as you have on flip flops, a shirt or a cover up over your bikini. Even our Pastor wears shorts to church in the summer. I'm cool with that. Especially since tons of people have told me how much they appreciate our church simply because we are so welcoming and not stuffy or pretentious, at all.
The further you drive up north Jersey, the dressier people tend to get. I always try to look nice. That doesn't mean I'm dressed to the nines everyday, but I do, at least, attempt to look decent. I do not like most people down the Shore, think it's OK to visit Walmart in my pajamas. That drives me nuts. I'm not expecting you to show up at the Mart wearing your Sunday best, but dang, at least throw on a pair of pants! Some things, as I may have stated before, can not be UNSEEN. Just saying...
My husband fits in great down here at the Shore. Although he (THANK GOD) wears pants not pajamas when he goes to Walmart, the bottom line is the man is a terrible dresser. And I mean awful. I'm not sure what's wrong with him or why he can't recognize his outfits are so bad. I also don't understand why he doesn't throw away t-shirts with giant holes in the pits! Why doesn't he know shirts with holes are no longer acceptable options? Maybe it's because he was forced to wear a uniform for most of his life, first in Catholic school, then in the Marines and now as a law enforcement officer. Perhaps it killed his ability to pick out acceptable clothes when left to his own devices. When he gets ready and all dressed for a night "out" my girls and I just laugh and shake our heads in disbelief. The colors and combinations he comes up with are so bad you think, he must be joking! I wish. I also wish he would allow me to photograph him, so I could post the photo proof here to show it. You'll just have to trust me when I tell you, it's bad. The worst part is he doesn't believe us!! He has this one pair of red sweats (not just any red, but bright, frickin fire engine red) that I really want to light on fire so he never, ever wears them anywhere again.
What can you do? I've tried buying him new things, but he shoves them to the back of the closet never to see the light of day. It's so frustrating. Does someone you love lack the dress code gene? How do you feel about people wearing their PJs out and about? Are you cool with it or does it irk you too?
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