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Wednesday, October 25, 2006
When all of a sudden our repose by the lake is disturbed by a TweedleDum and TweedleDee contender, Jamie, the man, believe it or not and Freddie, the woman, Foster originally of the Home Plate Sports Pub, Tuscon, Arizona, who look they just fell out of an Alice and Wonderland movie set and were sporting totally matching outfits down to the shoes, as you can see for yourselves.
No, it is not yet Halloween, it is a normal Saturday morning so what is with the matching his and hers outfits? Being an inquisitive SP, I had to make friends with this adorable larger than life and only in America type of couple. Here is the scoop. They have been married for 26 years and worked together running a pub for many years and always dress in matching outfits. Now they live in a motor home and travel around enjoying themselves and making lots of new friends because of their matching outfits. Freddy is Jamie's third amd most cherished wife. She said the other two were fools to let such a gem go. I think she is right.
However, if you saw a couple walking around like this in Glasgow on a Saturday morning, someone would think it was a probably a travelling performing troubador duo who got lost on their way home from Edinburgh Festival or if they were unlucky a local polis (policeman) might just lock them up in Carstairs, the Glasgow loony bin (lunatic asylum), where Wee Mumsy used to threaten to send me if I did not eat my porridge in the morning. Nobody in their right minds would think they were actually serious with a matching attire like this. I must tell them to be careful when visiting Glasgow as I would not want to see such a sweet couple end in Carstairs, a most frightening place from whence you never return.
Then again, perhaps this is why none of my relationships or those of most of my friends ever work out , because we do NOT like our men to dress in matching outfits? I did meet a Scottish prince in Burning Man who had an identical gold outfit to me but we never got beyond trading porridge recipes. Time to change our tune. I will try anything myself.
Ladies, you heard it first here. Run out and buy your man a pair of skinny jeans, black leggings, a denim frayed micro mini skirt or whatever it is you are wearing this season as judging from this happy couple, matching dressing really works, I mean why bother to go to the trouble of cross dressing, when you can simply do match dressing instead?
Stores, make sure you get a his and her size in everything and prepare to make double profits because this craze has to take off.
Jamie and Freddie, please send me your photo every day for my blog and SP admirers who are most taken with your matchingness.
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Darling Monica,
I'm so glad that you have finally met that most American of phenomena, the travelling motorhome couple who spend their lives driving from one state park to the next. Once in Alaska, such a couple, not as charming as your friends, but quick to the rescue, took me in when a grizzly unexpectedly decided that the freeze-dried Chicken Piccata that was cooking on my little propane stove was just too appetizing to resist. I spent the next several hours in a fog of cigarette smoke and travel stories, but emerged smelling less appealing and virtually unscathed. Travelling motor home people are decidedly the best friends to have as they can take you anywhere, into a brand new life even, as long as you are willing to give up some of the luxuries of your daily existence, like a bath for example.
Darling, I think you are on the right track with your matching fashion trend, but please please please have them wax first. The men I mean. A hairy leg belongs only in France, not on a travelling motor home headed to Alaska.
Love and smooches,
Elizabeth Gambino
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