Wardrobe on Display…or Just Socks?

 

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My wife and I have a friend who loves photography. He takes hundreds of pictures and displays every one of them on Facebook. Not just the best ones, you understand. Probably every picture he takes. I hope he doesn’t have prints made. I don’t think he can afford it.

We get tickled at the fact that he tends to take pictures of his clothes. If he buys something new–he loves shopping for clothes–he posts pictures on Facebook. Before heading to church on Sunday, he lays out what he’s going to wear and–you guessed it!–he takes a picture and posts it on Facebook as well.

One of the nice things about Facebook is there’s absolutely nothing wrong with what he does. If his other friends are interested in seeing his clothes photos, more power to him and to them as well. I hope he doesn’t mind that we tend to ignore those posts. We don’t want him to think we’re disinterested.

We’re not. Not disinterested in him personally. He’s a really intelligent guy and he can be pretty interesting when his Asperger’s Syndrome symptoms don’t get in the way. But we love him in spite of them…and in spite of his photos.

I have to admit his clothes pictures once inspired me to take a picture of my favorite hats. Hats are my thing. Whether a driver cap style or an Australian Akubra, I’m almost never without a hat when I go outside. With no more hair than I have, I consider it a good health practice.

I actually posted an article about my hats a year-and-a-half ago, and I mentioned our friend then. I’d forgotten about it until tonight, and I’ll bet you don’t remember it, either. Old age in my case. I don’t know what your excuse is.

When I  asked my wife this evening for a blog topic suggestion, she said, “socks.”

Socks? She only wears black or white socks. Nothing gray. Nothing interesting or exciting. And surely an article about socks would be equally dull.

But, as she laughingly pointed out, socks are my thing somewhat the way hats are. They just aren’t as obvious to someone looking at what I’m wearing. She reminded me that I only buy socks that are really different. So I could and should make my article really different, too.

For years I wore two pairs of camo socks.  Plus other socks, of course. I found them on clearance for $.99 each at Old Navy. I live in a somewhat redneck area, and I figured they’d be just the thing–in spite of the fact I’m not a hunter.

I think that’s what got me started on wearing different kinds of socks. Yes, I still have some solid colored ones in the drawer, but I never touch them.

Oh, sorry. One exception. Our choir director likes for us to wear blacks and white shirts for the Christmas musical. So I grudgingly put on black socks to stay in her good graces.

One thing I haven’t mentioned yet is the fact I’m colorblind. A red-green deficiency, they tell me. But I get mixed up sometimes (make that “often”) on colors I’m supposedly able to see accurately. That makes sock matching a challenge. Unless they’re distinctly different.

And therein lies my legitimate excuse. Let my wife say it’s because I write “quirky inspirational fiction” and want to appear quirky. But you and I know the truth…

I just have strange tastes.

Do you have a favorite quirky something or other? How about sharing that with us in a comment?

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Best regards,
Roger

Taking a Stand…or a Chance?

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Today I took a public stand on something controversial. Not my normal thing to do, I can assure you.

With other members of my church, I attended a pro-marriage rally outside the Richmond Court of Appeals while lawyers inside debated the legality of gay marriage. I even held one of the signs made available to rally-ers.

I took a number of pictures with my little Canon pocket camera, came home and edited them, and posted them on Facebook. I concluded my album heading with these words: “I believe strongly in what the Bible teaches, but I recognize and accept the right of others to express an opposing opinion.”

Within minutes I received a strong opposing comment from a gay Facebook friend. Because I respect this fellow as a human being without regard to his sexual orientation, I had hesitated to even post the album in the first place. I knew I would be taking a chance of alienating him and a couple of other people who are even closer to me than he is.

I concluded that the best way to validate my beliefs is by sharing them. Fearlessly, but respectfully. Why should I have to be afraid of alienating others by simply stating what I believe? Especially when I’m not putting them down in the process?

Please note that one of the pictures above shows some rally-ers from the “other side.” This post is NOT about homosexuality per se, but about freedom of speech. And about being true to one’s convictions.

Please take a look at my Facebook album and tell me if you think I’m wrong to exert my freedom of speech the way I have. But even if you think I’m far-right wrong, I’d like to think we can disagree respectfully.

I promise to respect your opinion, anyhow.

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By the way, “On Aging Gracelessly” isn’t my only blog. I use “As I Come Singing”check it out here—to post lyrics of the Christian songs I’ve written over the last fifty years. Free lead sheets (tune, words, and chords) are available for many of them. Check here to see the list.

Best regards,
Roger