Neddie Jingo had a post up last week in which he was reveling in a spring rite of fashion for many women, the floral skirt and the strappy, wedge sandal. He swore it could never go wrong.
Yesterday, as I was returning from dropping Grizzled off at the train, I reveled in a man's spring rite of fashion... the big white shirt and no suit coat. It was warm yesterday so as all of the men were heading off to work, they were not wearing their coats. Yes! Women were heading off to work as well, but I wasn't looking at them.
I have long been a fan of the big, white shirt. Even as a young girl, there was something captivating about those shirts. Rod Taylor in "The Time Machine" comes to mind. Rock Hudson in his Doris Day years is another. There was something about men in long-sleeved white shirts. Men can't go wrong if wearing such a shirt.
The only thing that could have made yesterday's parade of shirts any better would have been if the men had been wearing them tucked into a pair of Levi's, sleeves rolled up and top button open. Yes, that top button open, revealing a small yet inviting poof of chest hair. In this day and age of waxing anything that moves, just remember, there are still those of us who like that strategically placed hair.