I live with my wife and daughter in Duck, North Carolina. I'm humbled by how fortunate we are to live here. Though it's not a tropical island, it is a resort town. We are isolated, even when inundated with tourists. I am fascinated by this. The world hums about us, and we remain apart, yet a part.
Wednesday, July 10, 2013
Leather and Lace...Ebony and Ivory...Khaki and White
I saw something peculiar this morning. I occasionally take my beloved pooch for a beach stroll before work. As a construction worker, this means we must be home before quarter to seven. This particular morning was lovely. It was cloudy, but not overcast, so the sun rise was electric and shimmering orange and gray. There was a lone photographer trying to capture the moment with due diligence. The peculiarity arose from the two other photographers and their clients all clad in--you guessed it--some form of khaki pants and white tops. Kudos to those willing to rise at six am or earlier to get their beach photo. And it is duly noted that they were lovely families. I must say though. It's vacation, no uniform is required. If you are dedicated enough to get up at the crack of dawn to document your moment of "relaxation" go big, or go home. Khaki and white are tired. If you are up at sunrise, you obviously are not tired. Show it! If you are going to curtail my dogs fetch moment. Do it in leather and lace, Ebony and Ivory, orange and pink--whatever, just not khaki and white. It's overdone. Live large, or live meekly...after fetch time.
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Hey, man! Ease up on khaki and white! It can change your life! All those minutes I used to spend deciding which pants to wear, followed by choosing a shirt that would go with those pants are mine again. The agony of the black/ brown shoes/belt dichotomy? Gone! Now I tear out of the house minutes earlier and full of psychic energy that I used to burn up mumbling in my closet. No more Saturdays wandering through Nordstrom men’s department; no more giving Purple Heart perfectly good clothing because the colors are five seasons out of date. There is room in my closet for the boxes of old sailing magazines that used to kick around the dining room. And now I go places and do things with grand abandon! Khaki and white! Acceptable at work. Take off your shoes and go to the beach! Party time? Roll up the sleeves! Add a tie and a blazer from Goodwill and you are ready for church or a friend’s wedding. Boat shoes, no socks—a finger in the eye of the Man! Khaki and white: the colors of freedom!
ReplyDeleteAnd this is what I get for being snarky. . . Obviously, khaki and white are the new black and I just didn't get the memo. Lively, meaningful conversation is what this is all about!
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