Well, this could be construed as false advertising if you’re expecting something along the lines of Janet Jackson’s Super Bowl unveiling. No titillation involved here, unless you’ve a thing for tags and seams.
Today’s Ragtag Daily Prompt is Check. And this is what I found when I looked down while finishing my bike ride this morning: There I am, riding along with my workout pants on inside out. Hardly very exciting for a non-fashion maven such as myself. I had checked that I was dressed, but hadn’t noticed other details. And if that little white tag wasn’t there, I probably wouldn’t have noticed at all.
This has happened before. Years ago, towards the end of a day at the office, I again looked down as I was scooting towards a patient on my stool for the next part of her exam (yes, that exam, ladies). I noticed that I was wearing one blue and one black clog. Same style and manufacturer, different colors. I finished that patient’s exam and visit, and then asked my nurse when she was going to let me know that I was dressed funny. She looked at me blankly, and I pointed out my feet. It was obvious if you were paying attention, and it was pretty clear that what I had on my feet was not of much interest to anyone I’d encountered so far that day.
I’ve never been particularly enthralled by fashion. I like color, and find styles interesting. However, as far as dressing myself is concerned, comfort and function are paramount. Impressing others isn’t big on my list. So after I discovered my inside out pants today, did I change them? No. I went for a run with them inside out. I’m already old and slow, why not be dressed funny, too. I’m wearing them now. I will take them off before I shower and get ready to go to work, and I’ll check that I am reasonably attired before I head out into the next phase of my day. No guarantees, but I’ll check.