Hey, did you guys know it’s 2014?! Just wanted to make sure. The new year is very exciting and all, but as you know, this blog takes itself very seriously, so there is no time for frivolous celebration. We have to get down to business. And talk about nudity.
No, not real nudity. I’m talking about when you see someone wearing a piece of clothing that is close to their skin tone and for a hot second you think they’re naked. Awkward. Sometimes I wonder if those people looked in the mirror before buying a cream/blush/beige/tan/brown t-shirt. But then again, sometimes those colors can be really pretty, like this sort of blushy beige sweater I’m wearing here. So I came up with a rule (and the only rules that matter are the ones I make up): a naked shirt is OK if it has some kind of pattern or texture to let even quick glancers know that you didn’t forget a key step in the getting dressed process.
I think that’s a good rule, don’t you? So next time you see someone in a naked shirt, go up to them and explain the rule, and offer to paint polka dots on them. They’ll love it, I promise.
Oh, and HAPPY NEW YEAR!!!!!