I fear my workout gear is a bit tired. Old sweats, T-shirts from my days of running, before my knees made me quit, and fancy schmancy blue and black biking gloves with holes in them. Yikes, I'm a sight. Then again, who cares, since fashion gave up on me years ago. HH and I joke, we're not fashion plates, more fashion platters... ( :
Though I do still wear hickory shirts in the woods when bushwacking about photo-ing and mushrooming with her, or when working on the farmstead. Then I just look downright cool O :
Oh, ourbig dreams, they certainly are large and grand, when we are the dreamer...
Ha haa, I've never been accused of being grown up. Then again, as my good friend Brillo from Peck was want to say in our hootch at Slate Creek Ranger Station years back, "growing old is mandatory, growing up is optional". I've lived by that code since before I got much taller than 'that'.
Your gear does sound quite fetching. I hope one day to see some of your gettup garb, it all is quite creative.
Well, I must go do some things today. I hope all is well in Katville. Cheerios, my friend, le' Panne