The Outsider: Festive fashion and playing second fiddle
|By Will Jones - The Outsider | Dec. 22, 2018|
To wear a tie or not to wear a tie, that is the question, or was the question that I found myself asking as I dressed for my lovely wife’s Christmas party. Did I even own a tie any more? Where once a sharp three button suit and equally edgy slim tie were commonplace about my person, since moving to Haliburton I have tended more towards the plaid shirt and stout boots. Let’s just say there’s not much call for a waistcoat and sock suspenders on the construction site and those leather soled dress shoes are down right dangerous on a snowy driveway.
But, there I was pondering what to wear for the party, and as I was already wearing the dress shoes and some pressed black trousers, I felt that my upper body would feel a tad shamed if I threw on a t-shirt. Off a hanger and ironed to within an inch of its life, a white shirt, with cufflinks, too. But a tie... Was that a step too far? Just as I’d cinched up the knot around my throat my lovely wife walked in.
“No. No tie, not at my Christmas party. You can wear what you like to your party. You can go in a chicken suit as far as I’m concerned, just so long as you don’t expect me to go with you but no tie to my party.”
And there it was decided, in her mind at least. But I still pondered.
I kind of liked the idea of wearing a tie again, there’s something a little debonair, a tad chic about getting all dressed up and the tie was definitely doing it for me at that moment. Once upon a time I might also have been concerned with how my fellow party goers were going to be dressed, too. I might have wondered whether I’d be breaking some social code by foregoing my tie but here, in Haliburton, I knew I need not worry about that.
As it turned out, there was every fashion, every style, every faux pas that one could imagine at the Christmas party and plenty of ties too. Plaid shirts of course but worn with ties, I’m afraid so. Hoodies, fancy shiny silk shirts with ripped jeans, a sweater or two – one v-necked with a shirt and tie underneath, oh how I shuddered. A scruffy t-shirt stretched over ample gut. A dinner suit and even a shirt open almost to the waist to reveal chest hair and medallion.
And no, this wasn’t a fancy dress party.
The boys, well, we tried, some harder than others and with varying degrees of success but the ladies, they shone as only ladies can (none more so than my lovely wife, I might add). And us gents faded into the background, probably for the best, giving way to full length dresses, tight fitting mini skirts, sequins, jump suits even a feather boa. The ladies were the stars of the show and a wonderful night was had.
My lovely wife may have been right about that chicken costume, albeit I think I could have gotten away with it without too much staring, after all us men are mere arm candy at these festive events. But did I wear a tie? No way, I listen to my wife, you know. Did I mention I topped off my outfit with a crushed velvet suit jacket, though? And no one batted an eyelid. Merry Christmas and a happily well- dressed New Year.
WILL JONES - is The Outsider