I don't have a trendy bone in my body.
Sometimes I wish I could pull off the latest fashions
like flowy dresses
or neon backless tank tops
and then I remember
I'm me.
There's a picture of me at a recent book signing
I tried wearing this rayon brightly colored shirt.
It was horrendous.
I squint at the colors.
What was I thinking?
Some call me classic
or refined.
Heck, I have one friend who calls me "banana girl"
after Banana Republic, of course.
The word I hear most is "preppy"
and I suppose I'm okay with that.
So it does me very good to know that
in just a few weeks the guys and gals
who will represent this fine country will be completely
100%
without a doubt
totally preppified!
There's really nothing like a crisp pair of white chinos
and a navy blue popped collar polo shirt
Is there?
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