After reviewing the ensemble I chose to wear for the day – to a well-attended class where many, many people saw me – I decided I should probably be an influencer. This cigar smoking habit which I contemplated perfecting in retirement is not really taking hold. I’m bad at it and practicing is pretty icky.
However, I am quite capable of putting together a clothing choice which some might consider repeatable. Every year I review the contents of my closet and every year I keep the boys’ prep school jacket from Enniskillen, Ireland. It was a thrift-store find years ago which I proudly wear, about once a year. It has a little logo patch with red in it, so I managed to accentuate that with a flaming red pair of “old lady” shoes. They are not attractive, but functional, and received a comment leading me to consider “influencing.” I’m pretty sure my audience would be extremely limited. (Like this blog.)
At least I was comfortable.