Kaufman: Fashions are making less sense

As I sit to write this, it occurs to me that today is a big deal for two reasons. One is St. Patrick’s Day and I’m not wearing green. But then I’m not drinking green beer either, which I have been known to do. Even had the green teeth to prove it.

The other is the start of the NCAA basketball tournaments. Also, I would bet, the start of major league gambling for the rest of the week. Basketball has its brackets. Football has the spread sheet.

I did a lot of gambling, but never on sports. Probably because I don’t care to watch them. Husker football is the only one.

If there is absolutely nothing but sports on the TV, I watch golf. It really looks easy until you try it. Not my game. Bowling was more up my alley. Excuse the pun.

Men’s fashion seems to have taken on a new look. Perhaps recycled is a better term. Back in the old days Saturday night was “open” night in most small towns. Stores, etc. stayed open late into the evening. Every one to some extent dressed up a little bit for the occasion. “Put on your best bib and tucker” was the phrase my mom used. And I have no idea what a “tucker” is.

The farmers especially would be wearing their best bib overalls along with a white shirt and their Sunday suit jacket. Usually a fedora instead of their everyday straw hats. Might add these gentlemen removed those hats when speaking to the ladies.

Today, at least on TV, the men who used to wear suits now wear jeans for slacks. Along with their suit jackets and ties. Sometimes even a vest. Makes me wonder. Either go dressy or casual, but mixing them just doesn’t seem right. As long as I’m wondering: Why do late night show men keep buttoning and un-buttoning their suit coat jackets? If they are standing up, they are playing with their coat buttons.

In women’s fashions, ugly shoes seem to take center stage. Since my wardrobe comes from WalMart or the second-hand store, you know I am up on my fashion statements. Back when I was a kid, we girls made our own high heels. You lay a beer can on the side and smashed your shoe heel in. It would stick in the can and walla, high heels. Yes, it was beer cans. Soda, or pop, as we called it came in bottles. Most beer did, too, but there were a few brands in cans.

Here’s a true pop bottle story. Back in the germ-free days, several of us would pass one bottle back and forth. Remember it was a creme soda at a football game. About halfway down we thought something was in it. Turned out to be a mouse. We pep club girls were out behind the bleachers throwing up for all we were worth. We still shared the bottle after that, but you can bet it wasn’t creme soda!

Kaufman: Fashions are making less sense