If it's true that clothes make the man, which in my case is far more likely than the man making clothes, because I can't sew and would have to go around in my birthday suit, risking either pneumonia or arrest, then I definitely have a fashion plate in my head.
Still, I have to wear something, even if, as a retiree, I don't have to dress for success anymore. Not that I had much success when I was working, but at least now I can lounge around the house in sweatshirts and sweatpants (in fall and winter) or T-shirts and shorts (in spring and summer).
To steal a lyric from the Byrds, because I'm for the Byrds, there is a season (turn, turn, turn). No, I don't know what the heck it means, either, but I do know that, according to my wife, Sue, who is very stylish, I should change my seasonal wardrobe twice a year, putting my summer clothes away and taking out my winter clothes when the weather gets cold and putting my winter clothes away and taking out my summer clothes when the weather gets hot.
And, of course, vice versa.
I never used to do this because I worked in an office where the temperature fluctuated wildly, leading to the terrible realization that there is no such thing as climate control. It got so bad that I once tried to have the National Weather Service declare my desk the coldest spot in the United States.
And this was in the summer. So why put away my winter clothes?
Another reason I have never made the seasonal switch is that my entire wardrobe is made of approximately eight yards of material.
This explains why it is contained to one small closet and three bureau drawers. On the other hand, which requires a glove, Sue has a wardrobe large enough to clothe Luxembourg.
I don't mind because: (a) she looks beautiful in anything she wears, even sweatshirts and sweatpants, since she's now retired, too, and (b) she buys my clothes, thus saving me the horror of having to get dressed up to go shopping.
This year, however, it has been suggested that because I am no longer working (not that I ever did any real work in the first place), I should put away my summer clothes.