This Christmas is going to be a bummer.
I decked the halls; boughs of holly abound. Sang carols in the shower. All the old ones, practically ancient. But I checked my closet, and I just don’t think I have any gay apparel.
However, I did find this great sweater I had completely forgotten about. It always made me look less fat, and it goes fantastic with my Tommy gray wool slacks (the ones where the inseam and the cuff are just perfect) and my Bruno Magli black moc toe laceups.
I guess it isn’t a total loss.
We must be on the same wavelength. I heard that particular carol for the first time this season, oddly enough, about a week ago — I immediately went looking for a plaid button-up and a pair of Doc Martens. :whistle