Bad outfits and Mr. Jones

I don't know about you, but there is something about bad outfits

and men in general --

but more specifically, Mr. Jones!

This is how he "showed up" at my office a week or two ago.

Thankfully, no one was there but me

and Loretta, who said "her dad dresses funny too around the house."

Notice the white socks, trimmed so nicely in red

worn with the stylish black shoes ...

It reminded me of the first official date we had

just about 11 years ago.

For those of you who don't know the story,

I'll just tell it real quick here:

It was a Friday night, and he asked if I wanted to go

to Grand Haven and take a walk ...

I love Grand Haven!

I love the pier!

I love the lake!

I love the sand!

I love the sounds and the smells ...

So I said "Yes."

When he picked me up at my apartment,

lo and behold

to my complete horror,

he was dressed in a shocking green

double knit pair of

leisure slacks

and a matching polo shirt!

(I can't find the right color here

but it practically glowed in the dark)

As we walked along the pier,

I determined that if I saw anyone I knew (even remotely)

I was jumping in ...

Cute picture. Bad outfit.

Darling Karis.

Totally bad hat, Mr. Jones!

Just to be fair, however

here he is looking rather handsome, don't you think?

Grey is definitely a nice color on him

At Pearl Harbor, September 2006

I know none of this is very profound or earth-shattering

It teeters right on the edge of being downright shallow ...

But I just wanted to say that despite his bad outfits

I really do love Mr. Jones.