Flannel is just alright with me.
Growing up in Alaska, some of my earliest fashion (if you can call it that when you’re 6 years old) memories are of flannel shirts. The Western-style button-ups with the snaps were a particular favorite, being as I wasn’t as prone to ruin the garment when I tore it from my body forcefully, à la The Incredible Hulk. Of course, that practice was rather frowned upon by my mother–she preferred the normal Bruce Banner over the Hulk-y version.
Now living in the Seattle area, I still love a good, soft, flannel shirt, properly styled, with good jeans or khakis. It’s Autumn out there, after all. Why not be warm and well-dressed?
That is all. Be good to each other out there.
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