Good taste verses bad taste. Well I think I do okie in that department. I usually wear simple outfits that looks okie put together.

Hubby on the other hand 😩 He wears what fashion dictates with no sense of style.

Imagine a broad, short guy in tinsel pants , gladiators sandals, batwinged shirt with as many pockets on it as possible and a head of permed hair. And he had a lot of hair which made it even more boofy.

You get my drift.

On Monday I went to an inspection with him and he had on a jacket that I don’t recognise. Since I have bought all of his jackets.

I told him you look like your brother now. And it’s not a compliment.

Well more like a Hong Kong movie star 😩 look at the poor butchered jacket. It had so much detailing on it. Looking at it made me dizzy. Did you see that blue thingy? That’s the fake scarf πŸ˜‚

What happened to plain, simple and stylish?

That’s not the worse bit. The worse bit was he has been out and about with this ensemble below.

Things that I’d wear to bed or to camp or fishing when no one can see me in the dark. Yes he’s worn them out in broad daylight. These were given to him by his cousin.

Ummmm I give up. He’s reverted to his style before he met me. He told me you’ve got good taste. I replied and after all these years it hasn’t rubbed off on you?

One good thing, he will fit right in with the single mums that likes LVs and branded stuff. Well LVs do go with Hong Kong movies stars do they not? πŸ˜‚

At least my girls both have good taste. My boy too if his sisters have their way.

The moral of the story. You can take a boy out of the country but you can’t take the country out of the boy.