In Which I Was Forced to Leave the House "Looking Like That"
Sunday, October 14, 2007
Even those of us who take some pride in putting our daily ensembles can be instantly humbled by a fashion challenge. In my case, that devastating challenge was my first golf lesson this weekend. Reading over course rules about 20 minutes before I was set to leave, I realized that golfers have serious dress codes to contend with. Such as: a requirement for collared shirts, belts and – the dreaded k-word – khaki pants. I am not opposed to many things in fashion, but recently I have become pretty opposed to khakis. (Seriously: Even the cutest khakis are never all that cute -- at least on me. I sometimes wonder what I was thinking during the years 1988-2000, when they were a regular wardrobe staple.)
I have kept one pair of baggy khakis from the aforementioned preppy stage of my life, and gamely pulled them on with a navy golf shirt and a stripey ribbon belt, in keeping with club rules and all. At which point Mike promptly started laughing at my get-up. (I believe his exact words were, "Now I know why you never wear khakis.") I scrambled around a bit and came up with slightly more acceptable gray shorts and a white oxford, along with a commitment to find some cute golf clothes. Which is way harder than originally anticipated. I'm thinking ostentatiously preppy -- a la Cameron Diaz -- might be the way to go. Where does one find argyle nowadays?
Wow. It's been a long time since I've been really stuck to find something to wear.