My disdain for plaid began in childhood. While most of my neighborhood friends went to public school wearing whatever they wanted, I attended parochial school dressed in a hideous Catholic School Uniform. These frocks all look the same: a plaid jumper with a pleated skirt, a white blouse with a peter pan collar, and a nerdy crisscross tie. The only possible variation is in color. Mine was hunter green.
As if all that wasn’t bad enough, I was forced to wear profoundly ugly black oxford shoes. I’m not talking hip Doc Martens, or timeless penny loafers. Try old-lady orthopedic clodhoppers.
I remained trapped in that get-up for six long years. It was more than a crime against fashion – it bordered on child abuse. To this day, I do not own a single hunter green garment, my contempt for plaid is legendary, and pleats of any sort literally give me a case of hives. Really, I’m not kidding about the hives.
During the nineties, plaid flannel shirts were a staple of the grunge look but I ignored them along with the Seattle Sound. Now plaid’s back again. This time, the inspiration’s come from the Scottish kilts worn in the runaway television hit Outlander, based on the Diana Gabaldon books. And while watching the show has become my guilty pleasure, I’ve continued avoiding plaid like the plague.
Until a few weeks ago, when an unexpected parcel arrived from my mother. She’s a skilled seamstress, and I’m always the lucky recipient of her handiwork. I quickly opened the package and to my surprise, it was a plaid wrap.
What was she thinking? She knows I hate plaid.
Ooh, me likey…
This wrap has become my go-to outerwear piece for the fall. It’s easy and comfy, and it looks great with everything in my wardrobe. Disdain finally removed. Now I’m mad for plaid.