For our North American readers, this post’s title comes with a free cut-out-and-keep letter “U”. Collect two and make yourself a consonant: unless you share my Welsh ancestry, in which case make a new vowel. But, enough of my feeble attempts at merchandising this blog, and on with the motley.
I am not very adventurous when it comes to having colour in my life – my walls, floors and ceilings are all beige. I do have a number of artworks on the walls, but with one honourable exception they are also rather muted tonally.
My wardrobe (or to be strictly accurate, its contents) relies heavily on shades of grey (from white to black), more beige and navy blue. When I’m feeling particularly mettlesome, I can choose from a couple of (mostly) red T-shirts – but in the main I stick with black and navy (often together, despite clear advice that it’s a dreadful faux-pas).
I refuse to wear black shoes as I dislike dark shades on my feet (though I have no issue with them adorning the pedal extremities of others) and after I saw a documentary which suggested that the Italians only wear black shoes to a funeral, I decided that I could dispense with this particular convention in normal, formal dress. So my footwear tends to range from light to mid tan – as measured on the Cherry Blossom scale – for more formal occasions and is generally white for sporting activities.
However, its probably in the trouser department but my colour choices have been most limited. Black, grey and dark blue denim cover pretty much my whole collection of leg coverings – or they did until yesterday. Given my antiquity, I have decided to heed the words of Jenny Joseph’s Warning. Fair enough, her poem was about an old woman, but in these days of equal opportunities, I tend to assume that the female includes the male (and vice versa. Though not, I hasten to add, in the case of changing rooms or public conveniences).
I type this with my legs looking resplendent, clad as they are in a pair of new plum trousers – no, not trousers made from fruit (genus Prunus, subgenus Prunus), but those of a rather attractive shade of purple. They make me look really rather dishy, at least so far as that is possible given the rather unpromising raw material that my body provides. Or so I think, but I am not an entirely disinterested party, so I am allowing you, the long-suffering reader, to judge for yourself. Yes, this will be the first time that the Fish legs have been seen on GofaDM. If I could ask you all to please imagine a drum roll as you scroll down (yes, I am now adding stage directions to this blog):
BTW: The white socks were chosen to provide contrast and as a callback to my dislike of dark feet.