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2019-01-19 10:53:05 PM  
If you've ever shown up overdressed for an event, underdressed for an occasion, mistakenly thought everyone else would be wearing costumes to work on Halloween, had a "wardrobe malfunction," didn't dress appropriately for the weather, didn't realize your shirt was offensive, or otherwise worn the wrong thing, share your story here. Please remember, CSB Sunday Morning threads are about showing off your raconteur side, so rather than just saying something like "I wore a tux to a casual wedding" and leaving it at that, try to share the wider story about your experience. And SFW pics of your mistake are encouraged so we can all laugh at you.
 
2019-01-19 10:55:41 PM  
i dressed in hell colors for my godkids baptism.  it was intentional though
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2019-01-19 11:05:08 PM  
I dressed up nice for a viewing for a fellow Moose member four years ago but everybody was casual for it.
 
2019-01-19 11:07:20 PM  

kdawg7736: I dressed up nice for a viewing for a fellow Moose member four years ago but everybody was casual for it.


Like, they just had a big rack of antlers on, but you went for the tux as well?
 
2019-01-19 11:08:45 PM  
I borrowed nylon swim trunks at a friend's pool party. My mom was there, and her friends. When the trunks got wet, and clung to my skin, they were almost transparent. So, yeah... It was like that dream where you realize you're naked in front of everyone.
 
2019-01-19 11:10:12 PM  
About ten years ago, right about this time of year I went to a friend's birthday party wearing one of my kilts.  It was a pretty big party & there was overflow seating/a poker game out in the garage.  Thinking that sounded like a good time/better than the over crowded house I went out there.  Being January, it was cold out there and the door opening & closing all through the evening with people coming & going didn't help the ambient temperature any.  Anyway, there was room at the poker table so I grabbed a chair (metal folding type) from against the wall near the door & sat down...

Unfortunately I had forgotten that I was wearing my kilt & that the damn thing tended to ride up a bit in the back while sitting down.  The contact with the cold metal wasn't quite a Flick getting stuck on the flagpole kind of issue, but my flagpole quite promptly announced his unhappiness with the situation as presented...
 
2019-01-19 11:10:50 PM  

a particular individual: I borrowed nylon swim trunks at a friend's pool party. My mom was there, and her friends. When the trunks got wet, and clung to my skin, they were almost transparent. So, yeah... It was like that dream where you realize you're naked in front of everyone.


Nylon trunks always do that. You have to pluck them away from your crotch as you leave the pool, sea, beach.

Anyway, were your Mom's friends hot?
 
2019-01-19 11:20:47 PM  
Someone told me (as a joke on the rookie) that it was ok to wear shorts under turnout gear.

So I did.

/I was NOT late for training because someone took pity on me and told me to change before we jumped in the rigs and left for training grounds.
 
2019-01-19 11:22:58 PM  

Recoil Therapy: About ten years ago, right about this time of year I went to a friend's birthday party wearing one of my kilts.  It was a pretty big party & there was overflow seating/a poker game out in the garage.  Thinking that sounded like a good time/better than the over crowded house I went out there.  Being January, it was cold out there and the door opening & closing all through the evening with people coming & going didn't help the ambient temperature any.  Anyway, there was room at the poker table so I grabbed a chair (metal folding type) from against the wall near the door & sat down...

Unfortunately I had forgotten that I was wearing my kilt & that the damn thing tended to ride up a bit in the back while sitting down.  The contact with the cold metal wasn't quite a Flick getting stuck on the flagpole kind of issue, but my flagpole quite promptly announced his unhappiness with the situation as presented...


I envisioned this ending with you stuck to the seat as icicles formed around your bits.
 
2019-01-19 11:25:10 PM  

beverly8: i dressed in hell colors for my godkids baptism.  it was intentional though
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"do you renounce Satan and all his works?"

"nah, I'm good"
 
2019-01-19 11:28:04 PM  

Brawndo: beverly8: i dressed in hell colors for my godkids baptism.  it was intentional though
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"do you renounce Satan and all his works?"

"nah, I'm good"


i wonder how many people were criticizing the fact that i really should have worn nude stockings without getting the theme i was going for.
 
2019-01-19 11:31:58 PM  

granolasteak: Recoil Therapy: About ten years ago, right about this time of year I went to a friend's birthday party wearing one of my kilts.  It was a pretty big party & there was overflow seating/a poker game out in the garage.  Thinking that sounded like a good time/better than the over crowded house I went out there.  Being January, it was cold out there and the door opening & closing all through the evening with people coming & going didn't help the ambient temperature any.  Anyway, there was room at the poker table so I grabbed a chair (metal folding type) from against the wall near the door & sat down...

Unfortunately I had forgotten that I was wearing my kilt & that the damn thing tended to ride up a bit in the back while sitting down.  The contact with the cold metal wasn't quite a Flick getting stuck on the flagpole kind of issue, but my flagpole quite promptly announced his unhappiness with the situation as presented...

I envisioned this ending with you stuck to the seat as icicles formed around your bits.


No, the time spent in contact with the ice cold chair could probably be measured in nanoseconds...

/at least until the kilt was rearranged, 'then' I joined the poker game
 
2019-01-19 11:32:27 PM  

beverly8: Brawndo: beverly8: i dressed in hell colors for my godkids baptism.  it was intentional though
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"do you renounce Satan and all his works?"

"nah, I'm good"

i wonder how many people were criticizing the fact that i really should have worn nude stockings without getting the theme i was going for.


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next time, wear these as well
 
2019-01-19 11:33:55 PM  
Uh, you only need to wear one set.
 
2019-01-19 11:34:17 PM  

Brawndo: beverly8: Brawndo: beverly8: i dressed in hell colors for my godkids baptism.  it was intentional though
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"do you renounce Satan and all his works?"

"nah, I'm good"

i wonder how many people were criticizing the fact that i really should have worn nude stockings without getting the theme i was going for.

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if i thought theyd lwt me in, i totally would have.  trust that bro.
 
2019-01-20 12:28:14 AM  
Recoil Therapy: ...  The contact with the cold metal wasn't quite a Flick getting stuck on the flagpole kind of issue, but my flagpole quite promptly announced his unhappiness with the situation as presented...

Username checks out
 
2019-01-20 12:50:33 AM  

beverly8: i dressed in hell colors for my godkids baptism.  it was intentional though
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2019-01-20 01:56:46 AM  
I travel weekly for work. The week before Christmas of '17 my clients at the time mentioned they were doing an ugly sweater thing one Thursday. That's a travel day for me, but the group I worked with was a hell of a lot of fun, so I figured I'd pack something away and just swap out of it before I left for the airport that afternoon.

Fast forward to the day of, and they didn't disappoint. Boundaries were pushed, but it was one of those rare instances in an office setting where all personalities meshed, and nobody worried about rubbing anyone else the wrong way. It was glorious. Of course, the agenda for the day went completely off the f*cking rails. Meetings went over, clinicians were pissed, complex changes during already tight deadlines were requested. Suffice to say, the window to make my flight was small and I had a 45 mile drive to the airport. I didn't change like I'd planned; I just said "f*ck it" and left.

I pulled into National's lot, shut off the car, grabbed my bags and took off running. While sprinting to the airport shuttle I get a set of looks, laughs and a thumbs up from a few of the employees. On the shuttle to the airport someone says to me: "That's certainly unique." Check my bags: "Someone's in the spirit!" I get to security, TSA laughs. Kids are pointing at me, parents are chuckling. I could hear one little tyke ask her mom if I knew Santa Claus.

The entire time all I can think is "Must make flight. Must make flight." Boom. Made it. And then...flight delayed, for 90 minutes, bringing more attention to this ridiculousness.

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2019-01-20 02:00:06 AM  
This wasn't an accident and I wish I had photos. One of my step daughters got married, and she was a real stinker. She hated me, and I couldn't stand her. My step mother of the bride outfit was a long, very tailored deep purple jacket and skirt with a lime green shirt. Oh, and we can't forget the matching purple hat. She was horrified and I enjoyed every freaking minute of it. Karma is a biatch and so am I.

/ also a toker and a midnight smoker

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2019-01-20 02:15:35 AM  

The Headless Horseman's Headless Horse: I travel weekly for work. The week before Christmas of '17 my clients at the time mentioned they were doing an ugly sweater thing one Thursday. That's a travel day for me, but the group I worked with was a hell of a lot of fun, so I figured I'd pack something away and just swap out of it before I left for the airport that afternoon.

Fast forward to the day of, and they didn't disappoint. Boundaries were pushed, but it was one of those rare instances in an office setting where all personalities meshed, and nobody worried about rubbing anyone else the wrong way. It was glorious. Of course, the agenda for the day went completely off the f*cking rails. Meetings went over, clinicians were pissed, complex changes during already tight deadlines were requested. Suffice to say, the window to make my flight was small and I had a 45 mile drive to the airport. I didn't change like I'd planned; I just said "f*ck it" and left.

I pulled into National's lot, shut off the car, grabbed my bags and took off running. While sprinting to the airport shuttle I get a set of looks, laughs and a thumbs up from a few of the employees. On the shuttle to the airport someone says to me: "That's certainly unique." Check my bags: "Someone's in the spirit!" I get to security, TSA laughs. Kids are pointing at me, parents are chuckling. I could hear one little tyke ask her mom if I knew Santa Claus.

The entire time all I can think is "Must make flight. Must make flight." Boom. Made it. And then...flight delayed, for 90 minutes, bringing more attention to this ridiculousness.

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That...that is a thing of beauty.
 
2019-01-20 02:31:11 AM  
I used to show up to every date wearing a strap-on but I only actually needed it about 75% of the time. My fashion faux-pas.
 
2019-01-20 02:32:36 AM  

darkhorse23: This wasn't an accident and I wish I had photos. One of my step daughters got married, and she was a real stinker. She hated me, and I couldn't stand her. My step mother of the bride outfit was a long, very tailored deep purple jacket and skirt with a lime green shirt. Oh, and we can't forget the matching purple hat. She was horrified and I enjoyed every freaking minute of it. Karma is a biatch and so am I.

/ also a toker and a midnight smoker

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It sounds adorable, if a bit cartoony.
 
2019-01-20 03:37:05 AM  
I have black and heather grey sweatpants to wear to any formal occasion ,
 
2019-01-20 03:38:55 AM  
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2019-01-20 03:39:55 AM  

Kubo: beverly8: i dressed in hell colors for my godkids baptism.  it was intentional though
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2019-01-20 04:17:19 AM  
Me and another guy got sent to Japan for some training.  They told us that Japan is kind of formal so dress nice.  Being from Hawaii dressing nice means slacks and a couple of nice aloha shirts. So the first day there we are dressed up in our good aloha shirts surrounded by guys in suits and ties.
After class that day we went and bought a couple dress shirts and a tie.  So there we were for the rest of the week wearing dress shirts and tie but no coat.  Still stuck out but not as bad.
 
2019-01-20 04:28:31 AM  

relaxitsjustme: Me and another guy got sent to Japan for some training.  They told us that Japan is kind of formal so dress nice.  Being from Hawaii dressing nice means slacks and a couple of nice aloha shirts. So the first day there we are dressed up in our good aloha shirts surrounded by guys in suits and ties.
After class that day we went and bought a couple dress shirts and a tie.  So there we were for the rest of the week wearing dress shirts and tie but no coat.  Still stuck out but not as bad.


I hope you had sweatpants and jeans
 
2019-01-20 06:11:25 AM  
I'm sure I have many of these that I can't recollect at the moment. If I do, and the thread is still live I'll post.

One that just came to me was this:
Flashback some odd decades back. Eid celebration, (the festivities after Ramadan) and I was like "Ooh, I have Middle Eastern garbs, I'll wear those!" The type people usually associate with a Muslim look.
So while so many people were dressed up for the Eid gathering, prayer and sermon, I stood out. I think out of the 150+ people there (they had rented out a basketball court) I was one of probably 2-3 guys.
Everyone was like "Hey! You look good!", "Hey, nice clothes".
But that's not the story, after that we went to either a middle eastern restaurant or a friends house, can't remember which, and hanged out and then someone was like "you wanna go watch a movie?" as it was the weekend.
So, I never got a chance to go home and change, here I am, in a movie theater, in the Midwest, looking the way I did.

You bet I got some surprised looks.

/luckily this was before both 9/11 AND the Aurora shooting, or I'm SURE someone would have called the cops
 
2019-01-20 06:30:10 AM  
I'm sure I've posted this on Fark before, but I got a first class flight for less than a coach ticket somehow. So, being an ass, I made sure to wear (not accidental at all) jeans that looked like they had gone through a wood chipper, the nastiest sweatshirt I owned, and some old Chuck Taylor's that were covered in grease from kitchens.

I wanted to make everyone walking past me to coach wonder how their decisions in life culminated in me being in first class while they were in coach.

I was twenty six and the guy next to me asked what band I was in, so I'm not sure it worked.
 
2019-01-20 07:46:48 AM  
It was the early '80s, and we had just lost one of our friends to the scourge known as AIDS.

We put on our best dark-colored clothes for his wake - but as we parked, we could see people on the front porch, dressed in summery, casual things. We could hear laughter from across the street.

Maybe we were right. Maybe we were wrong. But with one look between us we agreed that we could not take our somber selves into that gathering celebrating Andy's life when we were still deeply mourning its loss.

We restarted the car and left to go grieve on our own terms instead.
 
2019-01-20 08:55:30 AM  
This wasn't me but this is the story that keeps coming to mind:
My cousin Shannon died suddenly at age 47, leaving behind three kids and a fiancee who adored her. More tragically, her mom, my favorite aunt and my mom's sister and best friend, had died just a few months earlier. The sadness was unbearable.

As we assembled at her graveside service, some of her dad's side family arrived. Shannon's fraternal cousin that I had never met walked up and she was wearing a skin-tight bright raspberry-colored velour tracksuit.

My sister is also my best friend and we share the same humor (she's my TF sponsor so...), and as we stood there in our elegant black dresses we just could not handle it.

The giggles began and despite the horrible gravity of the situation they could not be stifled. Once we got in the car after the service it became full belly laughs into tears. This absurd faux pas became how we dealt with our extreme grief.
 
2019-01-20 09:08:19 AM  
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2019-01-20 09:08:51 AM  

Recoil Therapy: granolasteak: Recoil Therapy: About ten years ago, right about this time of year I went to a friend's birthday party wearing one of my kilts.  It was a pretty big party & there was overflow seating/a poker game out in the garage.  Thinking that sounded like a good time/better than the over crowded house I went out there.  Being January, it was cold out there and the door opening & closing all through the evening with people coming & going didn't help the ambient temperature any.  Anyway, there was room at the poker table so I grabbed a chair (metal folding type) from against the wall near the door & sat down...

Unfortunately I had forgotten that I was wearing my kilt & that the damn thing tended to ride up a bit in the back while sitting down.  The contact with the cold metal wasn't quite a Flick getting stuck on the flagpole kind of issue, but my flagpole quite promptly announced his unhappiness with the situation as presented...

I envisioned this ending with you stuck to the seat as icicles formed around your bits.

No, the time spent in contact with the ice cold chair could probably be measured in nanoseconds...

/at least until the kilt was rearranged, 'then' I joined the poker game


C(K)SB
My son got married in Seattle a few years back.  He had a casual "rehearsal dinner" at an Irish pub downtown. My sister-in law, her whole family, my daughter and I all wore kilts.  We brought one for my son and had him change in the men's room. My nephew brought his bagpipes and piped us into the room where the others (including my wife) wer waiting. He played the Imperial March from Star Wars.
The reaction was epic. There is a photo. We did not get thrown out.
Afterwards, the wife and I with a couple of our friends walked back to our hotel through downtown Seattle. Me in my kilt. Mid-March (thankfully, above freezing). I got one comment from a passer by who admired my kilt.
/C(K)S
 
2019-01-20 09:16:50 AM  
I was once doing computer stuff for a law firm in Rhode Island (to show how old this is, they were buying a VAX). The software was from a company in Birmingham, AL, so we all flew down for training. We're wearing the usual business clothes--navy or gray suits for men, navy jackets with grey skirts for women, women with no or very little makeup and short fingernails. Exactly what you'd expect to see from business folks in the northeast. Everyone else, including the trainers, was from the south and they were dressed in bright colors, like tropical birds (not literally bird costumes, but bright colors), and the women all had looong fingernails and tons of clown makeup. They all looked at us oddly and someone asked "Where's the funeral?"

/To emphasize her points, the trainer woman kept tapping on the demo CRT with her claws. It cracked me up.
 
2019-01-20 09:16:55 AM  
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2019-01-20 09:18:46 AM  

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One time I went to a guy's retirement ceremony in mini-medals instead of ribbons.
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2019-01-20 09:18:49 AM  
First morning of a business trip and I realized that I forgot to pack dress socks and all I had to wear with my dark suit were these white athletic ankle socks with a stripe at the top.  I didn't have time to shop so I kept my feet buried under the conference room tables all day.  During breaks, I would walk through the hallways slowly and deliberately to try and maintain the hidden status quo at the hemline; I probably looked like one of those actors that's playing everything out in slow motion.
 
2019-01-20 09:18:50 AM  
I had to go to a neighbor's funeral and I was told to bring a Yamaka. My Father-in-law told me he had one. It had been given to him by a Jewish school he had once taught at.

There I am at the grave site and EVERYBODY is wearing black. Me? I have a bright red Yamaka on my bald head. Yeah, I wished I could have traded places with the deceased.
 
2019-01-20 09:25:45 AM  
Back in 5th grade, I had a t-shirt with a cartoon picture of a goofy looking kid on it, that said:

"I don't hate school, it's just the principal of the thing."

The first time I wore it to school, the Principal saw me and called me over. He read my shirt out loud and immediately busted up laughing. Even pulled the office aide over for her to see it. She cracked up too.

Then, he stopped laughing, questioned my upbringing, and had me turn it inside out for the rest of the school day.
 
2019-01-20 09:26:12 AM  
This is hardly that embarrassing, but it's a nice reminder of how vague instructions beget poor responses.

My wife and I were attending a wedding out of state with a group of her friends. They'd rented a house in Annapolis for a long weekend. Everything was going to happen on the grounds: simple backyard service with folding chairs, bring the chairs around to a tent, catered barbecue from one of the couple's favorite places for a buffet dinner. One of my wife's friends had done the Universal Life Church thing and would be the officiant.

So before we left, we tried to discern what kind of ceremony this would be. The bride said "oh, we'll have a suit and dress, but this is a casual thing. Don't go overboard."

So I went against my better judgment.

We were flying, so to minimize baggage, I opted for Dockers and a nice shirt, no tie. (The shirt was color-coordinated with my wife's dress and I didn't have a tie that worked well at the time.) That way I wouldn't need to worry about a garment bag for a suit or jacket. Easy enough.

And as we were getting ready, no one complained. But I was the only one of her friends' husbands/boyfriends/fiancés who didn't have a tie. I felt a step behind already.

Then the guests showed up. The groom's family was mostly local to DC/Maryland. And, because it was a "casual" thing, the men showed up in suit and tie. Of course they would. I would have too, if I hadn't been told it was casual and not to go overboard. I felt noticeably underdressed.

No one batted an eye, or at least no one vocalized it to me. And it was warm out, and since I was hustling chairs and jugs of sweet tea around, I'd have soaked a suit jacket in a heartbeat. So I was definitely the more practical one. But that's probably the last time I attend a wedding without a jacket and a tie.

B-side: Not really a "wrong thing," so much as waking up the morning of a wedding and doubting that the pink shirt and tie I'd bought were in perfect harmony with the dress my wife was going to wear to the wedding that evening. My wife has many dresses. Instead, I ran to four or five different stores with a swatch of a shoebox that matched the precise pink in her dress, looking for a better match. Found one at JCPenney. Can't remember if there was a sale or not. Hey, we have high standards to live up to.
 
2019-01-20 09:28:56 AM  
i wear polo ralph lauren isn't that fashionable enough ?
 
2019-01-20 09:31:42 AM  

bucket_pup: I had to go to a neighbor's funeral and I was told to bring a Yamaka. My Father-in-law told me he had one. It had been given to him by a Jewish school he had once taught at.

There I am at the grave site and EVERYBODY is wearing black. Me? I have a bright red Yamaka on my bald head. Yeah, I wished I could have traded places with the deceased.


After reading this, I thought of you as the the more embarrassing version of the red dress girl from Schindler's List.
 
2019-01-20 09:35:13 AM  

pwn3d781: So before we left, we tried to discern what kind of ceremony this would be. The bride said "oh, we'll have a suit and dress, but this is a casual thing. Don't go overboard."


Argh. I hate guidelines like that that are so vague as to be useless. My defensive strategy is to go for the tried-and-true blue blazer with a button-down shirt and tie. That way you're probably not going to be too casual for a backyard thing, but you can still dress it down by removing the tie or the blazer and rolling up one's sleeves.

/Or you can go wacky '80s by pushing the blazer sleeves up to your elbows, flip the collar, and wear the tie around your head.
 
2019-01-20 09:42:49 AM  
Not a story about me. The priest who officiated at my father's funeral wore a yellow golfer's jacket for the service beside the grave.
 
2019-01-20 09:47:03 AM  
My high school had a program where you could get an internship rather than spending the last month in class.  Most folks ended up with something fairly lame, but due to a great teacher (thanks Mr. Rozak!) I ended up working at a marine research center on the New Jersey coast.

So much of the time was actually a bit cold and dreary, but one Friday it was beautiful- warm and sunny, perfect beach weather.  A couple of us headed out in the boat to post signs around Least Tern colonies warning people not to disturb the nests.

So I got to spend ~8 hours in a uncovered boat in shorts and a t-shirt out on the bright ocean.  And being a typical teenager 35 years ago sunscreen never entered my thoughts.  Oh, and did I mention is fit right in at a Steve King rally?

I start to notice what happened in the drive back home.  Normally I lived there, but this weekend was my prom, so I drove back in my non air conditioned car, getting less and less comfortable by the minute.  Got home in time to put on the stiff, rented polyester tuxedo, get some pictures of me and my date and drive over to the dance.

It's dark at the dance, and by now the full effects have come through.  Folks keep walking up to me and clapping me on the back saying   "Wow, great tan GH!". And after every single one I reply, with gritted teeth

"It's not a tan.  Please don't touch me."
 
2019-01-20 09:54:20 AM  
When I was 17 my cousin who is a girl got married and I showed up in a long white dress. She didn't speak to me for a year. It really didn't occur to me before hand the faux pas I was making.

I hope I'm smarter now.
 
2019-01-20 09:56:06 AM  
I once wore tennis shoes with a suit.

When I was in high school, I did Scholars' Bowl. For the weekend tournaments, the coach wanted you to wear a suit or clothing more formal in nature.

One weekend, we went to a tournament held at a university and all the rounds were being held in different buildings spread across the campus. So there was going to be a whole lot of walking, with the occasional hill climb. I decided to wear black tennis shoes since I was more into being in comfortable walking shoes.

We won. My feet were fine at the end of the day. The others, not so much.
 
2019-01-20 09:58:34 AM  
A few instances come to mind.
My sister wore a white dress to my brother's wedding. She was about 20 years old and my brother was close to 40. So we kind of chalk it up to her youth and fashion-sense rather than completely disregarding the one wedding rule you shouldn't break. My sister-in-law says she didn't care but she still brings it up sometimes. At least it didn't look like a wedding dress.

When I was younger I'd booked a last minute trip for Paris in June. I was pretty excited and bought some cute new things to wear. Turns out Springtime in Paris doesn't mean the weather is particularly great. It rained a lot and was between 8-13C most days. I brought lots of shorts, short sleeves, one pair of jeans and one cotton cardigan. I had to buy a jacket and socks.
 
2019-01-20 10:01:41 AM  

Fear the Clam: Argh. I hate guidelines like that that are so vague as to be useless. My defensive strategy is to go for the tried-and-true blue blazer with a button-down shirt and tie. That way you're probably not going to be too casual for a backyard thing, but you can still dress it down by removing the tie or the blazer and rolling up one's sleeves.


That's what I do now if it's known to be casual; I'll do a black blazer and gray slacks with a coordinated shirt and tie. I should get a new blue blazer, but we're slowly aging out of weddings as most of our coupled friends who plan to get married have done so, and opportunities that require less than a suit (i.e. not funerals and conferences) are rare.
 
2019-01-20 10:04:54 AM  
When Mrs Clam was about ten, her parents took her to England and Scotland. She'd read all sorts of books (written by Brits) perpetuating the lie about how England summers are so hot ("Lord Peter thirsted for lemonade..."), and packed shorts and tee shirts. Totally inappropriate, especially when they went to the upper Hebrides. To this day, she won't forgive British writers and their lies about hot summers.
 
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