“Somebody did complain to me and tell me that my clothes were so loud they couldn’t hear me sing.”

No doubt about it: it’s hot already at 80°, but, luckily, yesterday’s humidity has yet to reappear. When it does, on goes the AC. My breakfast spot had no empty booths this morning for more than a minute or two, but I happened in at the right time and immediately found an empty booth. Breakfast, though, was boring. I’m beginning to think it always was, but I just didn’t notice. Lately I’ve tried eggs in a variety of ways, but there is only so much you can do with eggs. I’ve also tried French toast and even breakfast sandwiches. I’m out of options for what I think is the most boring meal of the day.

I sat at a red light by the summer church as it was letting out from mass. People in shorts walked out, and that’s what I noticed first. I thought how comfortable they must have been all crowded together in a pew. We used to have to wear skirts to mass and hats on our heads or even Kleenex if we didn’t have a hat. Bobby pins held the ugly white Kleenex in place. That reminded me of flying not all that long ago. People dressed up to fly. It was an occasion. It’s the same at my Friday night plays. Men used to wear shirts and ties with sports coats and women wore skirts or summer dresses. Now the dress code is simply cover your body in some way.

I read in the paper that GQ named Boston as the worst dressed city. The magazine article blamed all those college kids, called them hoodie monsters. It referred to the city as, “America’s Bad-Taste Storm Sewer: all the worst fashion ideas from across the country flow there, stagnate, and putrefy.” I find that a perfectly accurate description of the Boston fashion scene. I think I probably add to it as I like hoodies, and I hate to get dressed up.

The cape has always been a haven for the under-dressed, for the bathing suit crowd, for Topsiders white with salt rime, flip flops and t-shirts. It’s one of the reasons I love living here. No matter what I wear, nobody notices.

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8 Comments on ““Somebody did complain to me and tell me that my clothes were so loud they couldn’t hear me sing.””

  1. Caryn Says:

    Hi Kat,
    Try thinking of breakfast as a meal that does not have to be composed of “breakfast” food. I have been known to have a hamburger for breakfast. Pizza even. Crab-filled ravioli with poached eggs. That was a particularly good breakfast as I recall though never repeated because neither crab-filled ravioli nor poached eggs are in my skill set. 🙁
    Love the first two music choices, today. I haven’t heard them in a long time. I remember my cousin playing Who Wear’s Short Shorts all the time. I liked the B side better, Planet Rock. It was an instrumental.
    It’s 88 here. I sat on the front porch for a bit early this morning while the dog sunned himself in the grass. We’re both inside with the AC on. He’s digesting his breakfast and I’m about to have mine. Chicken Florentine with farfalle. 🙂 Sunday brunch!
    Have a great day.

    • kat Says:

      Hi Caryn,
      Left over pizza is one of my favorite breakfasts. Sometimes I’ll buy those cold square pieces from an Italian bakery if I’m in the city. My Sunday breakfast place only offers the traditional so I’m stuck.

      It was fun posting clothes songs today. Those two have been in my files for ages.

      I was inside with the air on all day, but I have now shut it off, and there is a nice breeze. The air has cooled.

      The day was a lazy one, but I’m not complaining.

  2. Zoey & Me Says:

    I would have thought just the opposite as Boston loaffers were a hit for us in High School. Wonder what happened to Boston? I remember Brooks Brothers when it was owned by an American group; Raleighs (think both were sold to the Saudis); and Lewis and Thomas Salt where ties started at $25 and if a guy got a gift from there it was special. Imagine what a suit would have cost. I’m talking 1965. But Boston? Hard to believe.

    • kat Says:

      The article pretty much blamed the numbers of college students for the slovenly dress. I was surprised Los Angeles was second and Chicago fourth.

  3. Coleen Burnett Says:

    I got into the radio business because I knew I would never have to get dressed up… 🙂

    I love breakfast, but I rarely am up that early to eat it. Who says bacon, eggs, and toast can’t be eaten at 7:05pm? Not me! 🙂

    Waving from Jersey – –


    • kat Says:

      Hi Coleen,
      I’m with you-many a night I have bacon and eggs. It is only in England, Scotland and Ireland where I find familiar breakfasts. Everywhere else breakfast is all sorts. Europe had cold cuts and bread and Africa had fufu, the same as the evening meal.

      I love the idea of radio giving you the option of comfort.

      Waving from Cape Cod, finally with a breeze,

      • katry Says:

        Those beans thoroughly and completely gross me out. I don’t like them any time and the idea of eating them at breakfast leaves me without the right adjectives to describe them.

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