Fashion Consultation

I mentioned how I was getting rid of my “nerd shoes” last year (exactly a year ago from this post, by coincidence). To replace them, I bought a pair of blue, black, and white Nikes. I thought they were a step away from the nerd look, but Cowgrit thought it wasn’t a step far enough – they were still mostly white, not enough blue or black. She conceded that the new shoes were better, but they just weren’t better enough.

Well, I wore those new shoes for a year, and I felt fine. Recently, though, they’ve started squeaking when I walk. I’ve never had a pair of Nike’s start squeaking, no matter how worn out they became. So it was time to buy another pair of shoes.

I went to a shoe store during my lunch hour last week and hunted for new, cool Nike sneakers. I found a pair: gray, black, blue, with only a single stripe of white on the bottom of the sides. I was rather proud and happy with these shoes, and I expected Cowgrit to approve. She did.

The next morning, dressed for work (sneakers, faded blue jeans, red long sleeve t-shirt), I presented myself to Cowgrit. “Like the shoes?” I asked.

“Yes,” she said, “they’re much better. They look cool.”

“Great,” I said, beaming with pride for picking out the shoes all by myself, “I like them, too.”

“But now we need to work on your pants,” she said.

“What? What’s wrong with my pants?”

“Dark colors are in. Especially in the winter.”

I scrunched up my face in exasperation. My jeans were faded to almost white.

“It’s OK,” she soothed, “for now. You look OK for today.”

Sigh. One day, maybe one day, I can dress like the cool kids.

Bullgrit