Whorish. Whore.

I reread my last blog entry and I realize that I sound exactly like a non-fad whore. That is, I seem like I just hate plaid now because it has become popular. Really, the reason I've become tired of it is because it doesn't have the whole new, first date feel anymore. I still like it (at least, on some things) and I still really want a plaid skirt.

When it gets to this point...

So at the point that a middle-aged man tells me a print is "in", should I accept it? Well, I'm already past it.

http://shopping.msn.com/content/shp/?ctId=4118,ptnrid=164,ptnrdata=301689&GT1=9008

Plus, I've seen those plaid scarves EVERYWHERE. Including on my best friend. Those plaid Delia's dresses are all the rage too. And so are the bomber jackets. Still, when I went to San Francisco, I bought this pair of plaid Jack Purcell shoes that I had been salivating over for months at the local Marshalls, but they were a size too big. I snagged them for $15.

Here they are in all their glory. They remind me of golfing. Which is pretty cool even though I don't golf but my brother used to and my second cousin got a scholarship to Yale because of it...and now I'm rambling. Anywho, dare to wear plaid, but I advise to keep it refreshing and new. I don't know, wear it in an ironic way or something. The only other thing is that people might think you're wearing plaid just because it is a passing trend. Those are my two caveats. Tally-ho!