The simplicity of my day to day. |
I have a definite ‘thing’ about waistcoats. I love to see a man wearing one, even without a suit jacket. Our weatherman on the Australian ABC always wears one with a white shirt and no jacket. He has an extraordinary array of different colours. My husband is a jeans and t shirt man, rarely does he dress up, although I tell him he looks amazingly handsome in a suit, especially with a waistcoat. It’s such a pity dress style has gone the way of many things from the past. Women in particular wearing leisure wear as an all day item. Leggings and Lycra to go to the supermarket, without having any intention of going within miles of a gym. Don’t start me on male cyclists in Lycra who congregate at the cafes not wearing underwear. It’s enough to put people off their Sunday morning coffee and croissants. There is absolutely nothing left to the imagination as they proudly display their genitalia covered by the tightly fitting thin material. There is even an acronym for these people, Mamil (middle aged men in Lycra) Anyway, it’s seems I’ve got off the subject of waistcoats. In the USA they are called vests. To me, heralding from Australia, a vest is a garment worn under a shirt. Little babies wear vests to keep their chests warm. Diarist and civil servant Samuel Pepys wrote: “The king hath yesterday in council declared his resolution of setting a fashion for clothes which he will never alter. It will be a vest, I know not well how.” He was referencing King Charles the second. I’m advocating for a return of the sartorial male, the ditching of baggy shorts, stained T-shirts and thongs. (flip flops) |