Sartorial Self Portrait

bomber jacket, dark glasses blown out hair, faded jeans that fit me slim, brown leather belt and shoes, a dangling cigarette between lips, is how I would fancy look! Reality is something else, and what I look is more like this… A T shirt straight out of wash, never seen the underside of iron, crumpled to show how the machine spins! trousers broad fit that struggle to stay at the waist, with a belt that fails to grip, the colours of these never match, and the shoes are ones that were quick to reach, and the result is a riot of disagreeable colours! who cares!!! That is me! When I walk, my wife walks with me separated by a hundred feet, with her impeccable attire that compliments every fraction of her, with lipsticks to match!! Style of clothing do not make a man but they seem to make a woman! Reality of life is mismatch of things, that we learn to love and to live with! That is why we have been married years!! our distances in clothes is bridged by our deep understanding and love for each other! And when this love really gets to work- we often discard our clothing!!