By David G. Johnson, Contributor I think I know what to wear for the Christmas party: a woolen hat, gloves, a dark shirt, and a pair of black slippers.
I also know what not to wear: my shoes, a black leather jacket, a pair for my father, and my hairbrush, which is always in disarray.
And I’m not kidding when I say I hate the smell of Christmas clothes.
I once wore an old pair of khaki shoes that I had to throw out because they were so dirty that I couldn’t get a good grip on them.
So I went to a thrift store in a small town near my home in Pennsylvania.
They had all these vintage leather shoes, and I bought a pair, and it was so good, I bought another pair, too.
I bought two new ones for my grandmother, who lives in a rural community near my hometown.
She had a big pile of them lying around.
I think she had a hard time with them, because they all had scratches on them, and she couldn’t figure out what to do with them.
Then, she went to her grandmother’s and said, “I need to put them away for a while.
I need to get rid of them.”
And she was right, because the next day, she got a box from the thrift shop with a bunch of old clothes in it.
The clothes had been in her grandmothers house for years.
She thought, “Oh, this is great, I’ve finally gotten rid of my old clothes.”
She started looking at them and thinking, “Wow, they’re beautiful, but I just can’t wear them.
They’re not my style.”
So I bought her a pair.
I made her a dress, too, a short dress.
And then I bought an old coat, too—she didn’t want it, but it was a bit of a gift.
So she wore it for the rest of Christmas, because it was just too much work.
I put the old coats in the closet, but she wasn’t happy.
She said, I’m just going to wear the coat.
I said, OK, I’ll wear the jacket.
And she just looked at me like, What?
And I said to her, “Well, if you wear the hat, you can’t go out without wearing it.”
So she was like, “What?
And then she put on the coat.”
I think it was the first time I ever wore a coat on Christmas Eve, because I was so worried about how much I looked like a medieval gentleman.
Then I got to thinking, OK—it’s Christmas Eve and I have a coat that I can’t use, and so now I’m wearing it to get dressed for dinner, and people are staring at me.
But my grandma always had her hat on, and everyone looked at her like she was crazy.
So when I bought the coat, I was really nervous, because everyone was staring at the coat and I was wearing a hat.
But then the next morning, my grandmother put it on, too and she looked so cute.
So it was really cute.
And now she loves it.
So now she wears it all the time.
The hat comes in handy for all the other things she’s going to need to wear, but this is probably the most important thing: I’ve got to dress like a gentleman.
You know, I love to dress up, because everybody thinks I’m a gentleman, and that’s fine.
I don’t mind being a gentleman; I love being dressed up.
But I’ve never had the desire to dress down.
I just want to wear something nice and fancy.
But you know, there are times when I’ve had to wear a coat, or a hat, or I’ve gone out with my father or a lady friend, and the people are just staring at us.
And so I just have to think about what I want to do and what I can afford to wear.
And if I can get a nice coat that is not going to bother anybody, I feel like I’m going to be OK.
So if you’re interested in learning more about dress-up, check out this article on the website of The Lad, which has an article on “The Dress-Up Man.”