Tuesday, January 26, 2010

Fashion Lessons: 101

I've been working my way through all my old pictures with Picasa's people identification tool.  At this point, let me issue a warning.  If you have the slightest bit of obsessive compulsive disorder tendencies, this is NOT a task you should ever start.  EVER!  Don't even try it to see how it works.  I promise, you will be sucked into the face identification vortex.  For the past couple of weeks I've been trying to identify shadows in crowds.  For instance, do I know that person, or is it a random bystander at the St Patrick's Day parade from 2004?

Anyway, while I was wasting hours tagging all my family, friends, acquaintances and strangers,  I noticed that in a high percentage of the snapshots, our youngest son is in very odd ensembles.  Now I know that we aren't fashion forward at our house, but I think he may have a problem. 



Here he is a couple of years ago.  Now, the outfit would be OK if he had on pants, and if it was winter.



How about this one taken just a few weeks ago?  That's my headband.  I'm just lucky it was on his head instead of mine, because "fixing my hair" is his other favorite thing to do while I'm trying to work...  And he is disappointed when I comb out my hair when we make a carpool run.




This is more like it.  Middle of winter, in boxers or "little pajamas", never mind the cold, with my "Jacklyn Onassis" sunglasses on.



This one screams classic confusion.  Am I superman?  Am I a cowboy?  Am I a train engineer?



Fatigues with antenna sportin' rain boots.  His explanation?  "Mom, I don't have any real army boots".



And this, this is over the top, even for him.  Tightey whiteys on his head with hot wheel sunglasses.  Hmmm...  I swear that I've always believed he was gifted, but I may need to reconsider exactly what those gifts are.

Although I will admit that the other day I threw a pair of pants and shirt at him as I was folding laundry in an effort to get him out of the aforementioned boxers and he looked at it and asked me completely deadpan, "Mom, isn't that too much green?"  How do you like them apples?

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