Wandering Along the Path: Right Speech

I've been listening to Rufus Wainright this afternoon. He has this doleful sound that is also funny, kind of like Tom Waits. He makes me smile. My friend and I went to an outlet store this morning, and, as usual, I did better than she. I cam away with two sweaters, a pullover sweatshirt aand sweatpants that don't look like sweatpants. She found only two replacement pairs of black straight legged pants. We're both very short, but she is curvy and I am straight up and down. Evidently it helps me fit into clothes better, or maybe she is more discerning. She was a doctor and had to wear classic, elegant clothes, while I was a teacher, and lived in longish skirts, tees or sweaters and a blazer. Now I never wear blazers or long skirts, and she never wears elegant outfits. I guess we're fish out of water. I now wear jeans and sweaters with jackets, while she is still more classy, tending to white and neutrals. I'm a gaudy bird by comparison. We still kind of look like what we were: a doctor and a teacher, but gone to seed.