I’m old. I was a teen during the ‘50’s. I have my outfit already chosen. I shall wear my poodle skirt, a jazzy Jantzen sweater, rolled down angora socks and my black and white saddle shoes. I’m certain that I shall stand out in the crowd. That is my purpose. (although I fear that my double chin, grey hair, saggy boobs and choice of clothing, may give my age away.)
Season be damned. My chosen outfit is eternal.....and fits all seasons.
I'm gonna wear my orlon sweater and button it down the back, crinolins under my skirt. Yow..itchy things!! And we thought we looked loverly besides!!