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Freakin' on fashion

There are two fashion trends that, in my humble opinion, have been around way too long. It's time for them to go away... NOW! One is the skull cap. I might get the appeal of a knit ski hat as trendy in places like Minneapolis or Bar Harbor or Anchorage. It worked well in my old hometown of Gunnison, Colorado. But Miami? Atlanta? L.A? Hawaii? It's just silly. It's mostly boys and young men, but I occasionally see girls sporting woollies on their noggins, too. Board shorts, no shirt, slippahs and a ski hat. It's hot. It's humid. I must really be getting old. I just don't get it.
Even worse are the hip hugger jeans the girls are wearing these days, paired with a cropped, navel-bearing tank top. But wait. It's not just the girls wearing this outfit. It's women. Very mature women. Middle-aged, pudgy women. Now don't get me wrong. I actually like the look. It's great if you're built like Janet Jackson. But trust me ladies. This ensemble is not for everyone. The rest of us do not want to see your butt cleavage, nor do we enjoy the pads of hip fat squished out over the tops of your low riders. And the gut that sticks out between the bottom of your tank and the top of your jeans? Well, let me just advise that if you can't see you own feet when you look straight down, this style is not for you. Please! Spare us all, would ya?
We went to Costco last weekend, where I saw a few too many of what I describe above. Still, it was a nice excuse to lounge on the warm, Kona sand. Yesterday, I was headed to the gym when I decided I'd rather take a long walk along the beach, then a dip in the ocean. OK, I guess if I'm being honest, I decided that before I left the house. That's why I just happened to have my swim suit and a change of clothes with me. It was lovely, even with the little sprinkles that occasionally fell. Hilo's beach parks aren't much in the way of white sandy strands, but they are beautiful nonetheless, with lovely tranquil lagoons.
I also got a call yesterday from the guide company that offered me a job last week. They rescinded the offer. Apologetically,they realized they didn't quite have their act together yet and could not take on another employee. Bummer. I will, however, be writing professionally again. This time, I'll tickle the plastic ivories for a tourist-oriented blog devoted to all things Hawaii. It doesn't pay much, but it may be my ticket to bigger and better writing opportunities in the near future.
That's it for now. A hui hou. Aloha!

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