Carl and Luke don’t care about fashion. In fact I would say they are oblivious to it. For them clothing is about comfort. Kyle is the same but with a twist. The three of them wear shorts, shirts, and vests which I pick out at the thrift store. Biology supplies the skin for their ’shoes’.
Kyle is a man of tradition and doesn’t care for change. The clothing he likes, he wears until it’s nearly transparent, worn thin and tattered with holes.
I want to be comfortable too, but I care more about looks than the guys generally. Perhaps it’s a female thing. Although, I know many men who care about looks too, so who knows?
I read on a CD insert where the female singer thanked her daughters for their wardrobe consultation. That was a sweet image. That reminded me of a day when Kyle and Luke helped me with my wardrobe.
Last year we were to play at the Santa Cruz Bluegrass Faire. Per usual before such an event, I don’t feel I have anything to wear. I hit the thrift store and then Ross. I found something cheerful, comfortable and not too bluegrass cliché. Entering the living room wearing my new outfit the boys cried out , “You’re not wearing that!”. I couldn’t believe my ears, and Carl was floored by their reaction!
“Okay”, I said. “You look through my closet and fix me up.” Running back and forth with clothes, the energy was high. Luke found in his opinion, the ‘perfect’ skirt and top. It was a floral print skirt with a paisley shirt. (He’s not into “hip” so the fact they didn’t match didn’t mean cool) He didn’t see them as not matching. Needless to say, Kyle’s choices weren’t any better. While for me their suggestions proved worthless, their entertainment was priceless
Here we are playing at the Santa Cruz Bluegrass Faire.
