“You are NOT wearing THAT. We are going to church… not the circus.”
Ok, my wife has not used those exact words to me, but they were definitely implied. She loves to recall the time I showed up to her church wearing a plaid shirt and a solid colored tie. She was mortified, as she told me later, that it was a plaid flannel shirt with a tie. … I PLEAD THE 5TH
I also had a pair of blue corduroy jeans that she hated; they were not navy blue, they were sky blue, and I did not realize this was bad. Maybe not a very manly color… again… I PLEAD THE 5TH
Now, many Sunday mornings as husband and wife, I ask, “Is what I am wearing ok?”
Finally, I do know to defer to my wife’s judgment, as the other day I was lounging around home basking in my retirement days… wearing long camo gym shorts, a sleeveless Pink Floyd Dark Side of the Moon T-shirt, with a power blue oversized Milwaukee Brewers jersey. Was I making a fashion statement? More like I was dressed to shop at Walmart.
Thank You, God, for Your design of men and women. And a quiet shout-out to the wives who try to keep us off the Walmart Fashion Runway of life.
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