I am sorry but I just cannot embrace what is these days called 'casual' wear. Yes - I can wear trainers - but only on a very relaxed occasion and only with jeans , never with a skirt. And ditto for T shirts - I have plenty of these for Summer wear (mainly) in various colours and patterns and jolly useful they are too - when I am walking round town, meeting friends for coffee, going to my exercise class. But I wouldn't consider going to a wedding wearing one or going to any formal occasion for that matter. And if I were invited to any 'function' then I would be careful to dress in what I considered an 'appropriate' manner. I almost always wear trousers but there are quite formal trousers for women - trousers and jeans do not have to mean the same. And if I were a man then I would still consider a suit to be an important part of my wardrobe.
So I suppose most people (judging by what I observe as I go about the daily round, the common task) would strongly disagree with me.
Of course times have changed and we all have to keep up with those changes (to some degree) but I do sometimes wonder whether things have gone too far.
My mother and father were photographed in 1910 with my sister on my mother's knee in what I have always assumed was their wedding photograph because my sister was born before they were married and they married when my father reached twenty-one a few months later. She wears a formal, black suit touching the ground, a neat blouse, buttoned boots and a picture hat. He wears a suit and a cap (!) and carries gloves. Well, thank goodness those days are over.
But as I have said before on this blog, when I went to Teacher Training College in around 1967, although I got there on a Lambretta scooter I had to change my trousers for a skirt before going into class. By the time I left three years later there had been a clothing revolution. Wow, not half.
But I really do think we have gone too far the other way. All T shirts (mostly unironed and therefore creased) seem to be a uniform khaki colour (all washed together?) and jeans seem only to be fashionable if the knees are wide open to the elements and the bottoms are frayed.
Alright - call me a miserable old git if you like. But when I sit in our Doctor's surgery waiting to be called and I look round, everybody looks so down at heel and 'tatty' - often look as though they have spent so much money on their hair that they have nothing left for smart clothes.
There you are then - that's put the cat among the pigeons.