Dressing Down

Sometimes you need to have the right gear on.

For example as a medical man, attending a collapsee in public feels a little odd. You feel a bit guilty.

Yet ask me to paint the living room and I'm quite happy to underprepare and wear old clothes that I still don't really want paint on. That never goes well. 

In fairness, I now pretty much always put on my boiler suit. I think I have mentioned this before - it went in with a red sock and now it looks like a pink romper suit. Frankly that brings my testosterone down 10% in an activity where I could really use that extra boost. At least I don't put my high heels on to do the skirting boards.

It comes down to feeling comfortable I suppose.

What footwear do you wear at the beach for example? 

That's right .....wellies. I know some freaks wear flip-flops but we call those people Australians. The correct answer was the previously mentioned wellies. How else can you have the delicate danger of allowing the water to approach the unpredictably flexible top 10% of the boot. Anything could happen!!!!!! (I don't want to ruin the excitement for you but a wet sock is the usual outcome).

And there's a strange incongruity when you mess with this predictable order.

Wear shorts on a snowy day and you are either a student, a moron or have great legs. Great blue legs.

And sleeping in your clothes is one of the guiltiest sins we have. 

Shopping in your pyjamas should be.

This lack of synchronicity doesn't feel quite right.

Basically it's like having a poo with your coat on. 

Much appreciated but a little awkward.