Meet Mr. Social.
He's a grumpy old man, witty, a "dirty-tree-hugging-hippie" (his words, not mine), a lover of all things beer, "dashing and devilishly handsome" (also his words), and an all around nice guy. He's also pretty set in his ways when it comes to how he dresses.
Now, there's absolutely nothing wrong with the way Mr. Social dresses. He dresses for comfort, as well as ease of wear and care. And he wears green. A lot. I'd hazard a guess that about 80% of his clothing is green.
When I met Mr. Social, he had these crazy shorts that seemed to be his favourite (he wore them quite a bit in the nice weather months), that I had a lot of objections to. They were awkwardly short (they hit about 2" above his knee, so that when he sat down they turned into short-shorts), and
GASP, had front pleats. Basically, they were old man shorts. (I may call him an old man all the time, but he's far from it)
One day, tired of frequently having to face this crime against fashion, I volunteered to make Mr. Social a new pair of shorts, on the condition that if he liked them, he'd get rid of those hideous shorts of his. Much to my delight he agreed! And guess what? I succeeded in making him his new favourite pair of shorts, and we banished the old ones to the rag bin (I would not allow him to inflict them on anyone else by sending them to Goodwill... that would have been a fashion crime of Chernobyl proportions).
Of course, all good things must come to an end. Those shorts have become "in the house only" shorts due to a cooking incident one night that involved the spilling of oil and permanent staining. Sad face.
Now that warm weather is upon us, it's time to whip up a few pairs of replacement shorts for him. I've already started work on the first pair, and will post about them as soon as they're finished and photographed.
