It ain't the Best Dressed List

Again, this morning, I am wearing two different socks. They are trouser socks, so they kinda look like pantyhose and it's hard to tell because they are the same camel colour, although the pattern is different.

Not that I care. Not that anyone cares. But it is something to take note how many of my coworkers notice.

What I can't believe, or understand, is why so many people might notice the thin layer of stocking that cover my ankles. Is there a fetish trend? I dunno.

My friend Braunwyn believes that an outfit isn't an outfit unless you are wearing a belt. It has long been one of her fashion pet peeves. This, I have never understood. In fact, I've debated the employ of a belt with the argument that a T-shirt and jeans cannot be classified as an "outfit."

Personally, for years, I've resisted wearing belts with my jeans. In part, because I'm an individual who is a comfortable distance from a neatnik who tucks in her T-shirt. But also because it's simply not a good look for a shortwaisted gal like me.

Even today, I refuse to tuck in my T-shirt (now that I'm a coupon-carrying member of the 35-45 age group, it's somehow acceptable, if not expected), but I do wear a belt. I've finally conceded Braunwyn's point.

Belt protocol wasn't on my mind the other morning when I slipped on shoes to walk the dog. Tucker was dancing a bit at the front door, champing at the leash, so I grabbed a pair of shoes in one hand, a baggie in the other, and pulled a light fleece jacket from the closet.

While out on my doggie walk, my left shoe became troublesome as if I were walking on two different levels of sidewalk, as if I were wearing two shoes of varying heights. Yes, two shoes of varying heights.

When Tucker stopped to sniff at the boulevard grass, I looked down.

There is was. A fate worse than belt-less-ness: On my right foot was a green suede flat and on my left foot, a brown suede slipper.

As I warmed up, I unzipped my green fleece jacket and noticed that I'd put on a brown T-shirt with my jeans.

My outfit may have looked ridiculous, but my jacket matched one piece of footwear while my T-shirt matched the other. AND I was wearing the requisite belt.

My girl Braun would have been proud.