Finally it is cooler outside. I could actually take my walk in blue jeans and my favorite shirt.
Favorite shirts should be sufficiently ugly. They should be threadbare; have a few holes in them. My currently favorite hiking shirt replaces another one that Joni threw away a couple of years ago---without my permission. I thought that shirt was totally usable; Joni felt differently. So what if it had a few holes in it? Consider it seasoned.
That old shirt was just as ugly. Plaid. It did have a Ralph Lauren logo on it to give it some upper class style. My new, old hiking shirt has been waiting for this day. I took it off it's hanger with anticipation and joy. Like greeting a long lost friend.
I'm not known for much style. I wear black jeans and some old Tractor Supply shirts to work. Three of them that I wear in a monotonous rotation. They fit; can get roughed up; and it saves me the mental energy of trying to figure out what to wear.
Angel and I did the Lollipop walk yet again. Me in my shirt. Angel in her fur. All is well again.