I love that shirt, it sure would liven up the cubical, help one fit in at the concert or a bar, get some attention at the Kroger [but not the Walmart], it also bodes a bit of fashion rebellion and is colorful, fun, happy and makes me smile. But like our cars, our dress code has also become black, white, grey and if you are feeling rebellious, dark blue. Interiors of cars are limited to only black or grey. Our car is black with a black interior.
In fact as I look around here, which because of HGTV, has sucked every smidgen of color out of my life. Everywhere I look its espresso, mocha, black and various shades of tan. Honestly, the only color I can see other than from the TV, are a few red or green books in the bookcase. I do not mention it because if I did they would be immediately turned around. There is also no living thing [other than people and a dog] or even dead living things in sight. Even all the pictures on the walls have been removed and replaced by black wrought iron geometry. The only color in this house is hidden, my Hawaiian shirts hang in the laundry room behind the water heater. I do have two pair of long pants, jeans that I wear from late November through March. I have stopped wearing flip flops due to need of more foot support, so now it’s penny loafers with pinkydink inserts.
Why has all the color been sucked out of our lives? I am told that it is because colorful equates to trailer parks and pollocks. And of course the unsaid, Mexicans, African Americans and poor people. In fact the only places I can find Hawaiian shirts are at the Walmart and the Salvation Army. I love the Salvation Army that is where I buy old bowling balls 10 for $20 bucks. I like the gold ones best, but swirly teal one is my favorite. Better yard ornaments than giant shiny mirror balls on giant golf tees. Golf! Don’t get me started…