You’re never going out looking like that?

Yesterday, DH and I went for a run down the coast and DD asked me to send a photo of DH, to check his attire.
He is well known for his lack of sartorial elegance and he has a tendency to favour black everything.

After a few suggestions from me and a change of clothing, he was reasonably presentable and was allowed out. 😉

Galaxy, same here - it's pretty chilly out there first thing. Drizzle this morning, so a raincoat with hood (and absolutely no point in hair brushing).

We had to wear (sparkling white) clean underwear - in case we got run over by a bus. I always found that hilarious, as my underwear would hardly remain clean should that happen!

Dylan could do with a tidy up as well. Peggy has already had her hot weather trim!

Oh yes, I loved the punk scene in its heyday and used to dress accordingly, so you can imagine my mother's reaction to that. Although I was naturally blonde, I used to bleach my hair peroxide white and according to her 'only prostitutes looked like that'! The more she criticised the way I looked, the more I wanted to dress and look that way.

My parents were not keen on my dress in the early 70s Staypress Harrington jacket Ben Sherman shirt and brogues and a Crombi
As for Boris he is walking the dog I don’t dress up for this activity either. He’s probably like my DH doesn’t give a flying fig about style statements

My dog is up at 6. I put a coat over my pyjama top, dont brush my hair and pull some joggers on.

Does Boris perhaps feel duty bound to prove that Englishmen can’t do casual?

Sarah79

I can’t abide Boris, but he’s only out walking the dog - he’s wearing the sort of scruffy ‘gardening’ clothes that most of us wear dog walking?

Speak for yourself!
I would not dream of embarrassing my dog attired thus. 🐶

I can’t abide Boris, but he’s only out walking the dog - he’s wearing the sort of scruffy ‘gardening’ clothes that most of us wear dog walking?

For some reason it was thick black tights that my mother objected to. This was in the early 1960s. Her phrase was ' I am not having you going out like that, it makes you look like a student!' I never quite got the point because I was a student!

I only once did the 'You are not going out like that' game with DD. It was a summer Saturday morning . She was about 13 and DF was just about to take her to her dancing class. She was wearing the dancing schools dance 'uniform' of a bright turquoise shiny Lycra long sleeved leotard and leggings. Over it she had put a short skirted, shortsleeved, bright orange sun dress. The sight was - blinding - . I insisted she change the dress for something more muted and less clashing.

Reaction to the BJ photo - what a lovely dog 😜?

The words I heard most often were “you’re not wearing those ridiculous heels out of the house” (as if I would have got them to wear indoors!
They were always wooden platform shoes and they made me 4 inches taller. Very fashionable in the 70’s and I had to travel on the train to Birmingham to buy them in Ravel.
I always wanted longer legs. I thought my father was just a spoilsport.