I am not a fashionista. It has only been in recent years that I have dared step beyond jeans, T-shirts and chanclas to mix it up a little and try to find my own unique style, (which still involves an inordinate amount of jeans, T-shirts and chanclas.)
That being said, for some reason, Suegra looks up to me as if I’m a hot celebrity who is up on the latest trends. Should Suegra have a fashion question, it is me she consults. I do my best to advise her, with the very little fashion knowledge that I possess.
So, the other day Suegra comes to me modeling some new shoes. They were formal black, women’s shoes… and she was wearing them with white socks. I told her that unless she’s Michael Jackson, a Catholic school girl, or wearing a poodle skirt, that white socks with black shoes were absolutely unacceptable.
A few days later, we’re getting into my car to run errands. Suegra points to my shoes, outraged.
“White socks! You said no white socks with black shoes! Why are you wearing white socks?!”
I look at her confused, look down at my shoes, and then back at her.
“I’m not wearing white socks,” I said. “That’s my skin.”
Maybe a little time in the sunshine wouldn’t hurt.