I know, I know. I've already have written about plaid. But I've got more to add. I didn't full disclose my plaid past. No, I wasn't a used car salesman with a plethora of jackets in the abovementioned pattern (do they even dress like that anymore? Or is that just a stereotype leftover from the 1960s and 70s?). I dressed in a plaid uniform for six years. And I'm still normal. Hah! Actually, I wore a chocolate and cream houndstooth pleated skirt for two years in junior high. Then in high school, I donned the same cranberry plaid A-line skirt for four years. Yes, five days in a row, 9 months out of the year, freshman through senior year. I'm embarrassed I didn't at least have another identical skirt in my wardrobe. You can imagine that thing was quite bedraggled by the time graduation rolled around. I was so glad to be done wearing it. My classmates autographed it, and the skirt promptly disappeared into the I-don't-want-to-remember-high-school hole. I think that particular piece of apparel became friends with the garbage can.
How do you feel about plaid? Is it like remembering a nasty sunburn?