Eight plaid shirts? Seriously I have eight plaid shirts! You do realize, I probably have a bigger selection of plaid than the Winchesters? Although I'd be perfectly happy to share my shirts with Dean *G*.
I totally blame my plaid addiction on having to wear 'smart' clothes in an office. Look that's my excuse and I'm sticking to it!
Now the other day on face ache...sorry Face Book amberdreams asked if we were going to dress up for the parties. Now I usually hide in darkened corners, behind pot plants and pretend I'm not there! But this year the themes, an 80's night and a rock night, kind of favour me, as amberdreams said. "If you were a rock fan in the eighties, then the outfit doesn't change that much."
Now as a crusty old rocker, I'msort of familiar with the clothes of the time! And after rifling through said wardrobe again, I was delighted to discover I did indeed have something that might be suitable for the rock night.
Now please understand, I don't put all of these items together normally. The last time I even thought about doing something like this, it was 1989. I was a little heavier, with the perm from hell...and glasses so big the lenses could have re glazedthe stained glass windows in Westminster Abbey. So for those of a nervous disposition look away now...
Bloody scary isn't it? In case you're wondering the jeans even have roses on them! Damn iI love Matalan, and the boots come with interchangeable ribbons (red, purple and pink!).
Should I be brave? Turn up like this and scare the bejesus out of the poor unsuspecting souls at A14? Or find a nice Iron maiden T-shirt and trainers? You know I can't even remember what I wore in the 80s, although I do have horrible flashbcks of neon pink and lots of lace and....oh god pedal pushers *shudder*