I have reached the unwanted goal of Old Fogeydom. The proof stared out at me for most of the afternoon when I went shopping for clothes and a pair of shoes.
I usually can accept any type of pants; not that I would wear all that I have seen but all the designs and accessories on a pair of pants don't faze me.
The tops are another story. The shirts that I saw today weren't just ugly - they were butt ugly. Beyond ugly. Insanely ugly. Buttons and bows in odd places, seams that were far from seamless and the color combinations look like the work of a blind person. I saw a few women trying on various outfits and standing in front of the full length mirror to see how they looked.
Personally, I thought they looked as if they got dressed with the lights out. And selected the clothes the same way.
However, I said nothing. I didn't even do anything with my eyes to indicate how hideous I thought the whole outfit was.
Much fun is made of preppie clothes, but I am beginning to embrace the look more and more.