I see that it’s more than a year since I last ranted about clothes. That’s ridiculous! It’s well past time that I ranted again!
Except that, well, on my European travels I didn’t see many clothes that offended me. Shocking but true.
I’ll admit that I’m not wild about ballet flats or kitten heels. But I can’t really get up into a frothing rage about them.
Low riders seem to have disappeared altogether. Formal shorts are getting very rare. There are no neon or pastel coloured clothes. Though some of the clothes I’ve been seeing bore me—none of them appal me. I know! I can’t believe it either.
Fortunately last night at the opera I saw some shocking numbers. One girl was wearing a black sack with a draw-string waist that barely covered her girly bits. Coupled with black spike heels so high that every step forward was an exercise in tottery danger. And she was not as hideously attired as the woman in the skin-tight leopard print dress with the black tulle layer over the top which she matched with white pumps. I do not lie.
What clothes fill you with horror right now? Share! You know you want to.