A Slave to Fashion

A Slave to Fashion

Hello to all,

I picked up my new glasses yesterday. They are a smidge bigger than my old ones, brown versus gray, and comfortable with my style. While selecting my same ole frames, I noticed the newer ones, which featured a large frame reminiscent of the 1990s but with the thickness of the 1960s. I see videos of younger people sporting newer, bigger, and thicker frames.

I thought about the modern frames while seeing more clearly through my standard purchase. I was never a slave to fashion, but my clothes and accessories roughly followed the trends. Men’s fashions evolve over decades, while women’s change with each season. I remembered laughing at the old men back in 1975 strutting around in their plaid pants and different plaid shirts. Plaids faded out of fashion in the seventies.

The final turn onto my street made me realize that I am the old man hanging onto a fashion of days gone by.  It seems that there comes a point when a man no longer cares about fashion and simply wears what he likes. He lets modern styles pass him by, remaining stagnant and not being a slave to fashion.

I am looking for ARC readers for my unpublished book. If you want to read my latest story, The Antidimension, please contact me at dannymac@dannymacauthor.com. I can send you the story in PDF, ePUB, or MOBI format.

Grace to you,

Danny Mac