Baby Boomers Diary: Tempted by the Moose

Hello, fellow Baby Boomers.

I vowed when I moved to the Hinterland (it's like the Boonies, only further away, and colder), that I would never succumb to the animal-themed "old lady" wardrobe so beloved of a certain element of female society.

I'm talking embroidered sweatshirts (often with matching sweat pants) emblazoned with moose, bears, birds, and ickle kittens and puppies.

When I lived in the big city and saw women wearing this stuff, I'd automatically think a) hick, and b) tourist.

But life here is so much more casual than, well, than anywhere else. Probably in the world.

People really don't care what you wear. The fancy clothes I wore day-to-day in the city don't get any airtime here.

So I've gone low maintenance. Chinos and t-shirts, corduroys and fleeces. But so far I've avoided anything embroidered with moose or chipmunks.

But I'm on dangerous ground. When there are only three women's clothing shops in town, your choices are limited. One shop has a rather trashy, Vegas/leopard print/cruisewear vibe. Not my style. The other is dressier than I need. The third is a national chain known for its cutesy country style (and moose/bird/woodsy motifs).

My blood sugar was obviously low that day. That's my excuse. But I did find myself picking up a forest green turtleneck with moose and cabins embroidered on the neck, and thinking, "Cuuuute!"

I even tried it on, gentle reader.

It's a slippery slope from here on in, I fear. Soon I'll be proudly wearing garish Christmas sweaters. In public. From there it's only a short step to matchy matchy polyester leisure wear ensembles. With blindingly white orthopaedic walking shoes.

Because that sort of thing is mighty comfy...

So, what do you have to say to that, eh?

Go on, you know you want to...