When I left the apartment this morning Masako said something about me looking like a tree. She was referring to my decision to wear brown pants with a newly purchased brownish-green shirt. Oh hell, now that I think about it I do look like a tree, and a poorly dressed one at that.

I wish I was five again and had my Mom pick my school clothes for the next day. No thought involved, just change into what ever was neatly folded at the foot of the bed every morning. I guess I lucked out in that my mother was not colour blind like so many of my school mates parents seemed to be. She never prepared pin-striped pants with plaid shirts or solid royal blue jump suits, and I thank her for that. There was the odd pair of suspenders but to the best of my recollection that was all my doing, in fact I think it was she who tried to talk me out of wearing them a few times.

Smart black pants, little cardigan sweaters and acid washed jeans were a staple of my wardrobe for a good part of the 80�s. And turtlenecks, lots and lots of turtlenecks. I never understood the whole turtleneck thing but then again you never have to justify your attire when you're five and your mom dresses you.

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