Fashion Dad, Fashion

Earlier this week, as I stepped outside of my room, my nose caught a whiff of tobacco smell.

‘Ahhhhhhh….Pops is up.’ …and true enough my dad was at the hall, on his phone – parents these days… Tsk. No ‘good morning’ nothing. BAHAHA.

So I greeted him with a ‘morning yo!’ and his sweet reply was…

Dad: Where are you going?

😳

Errr…

Me: Office? Why? What made you ask me that?

Dad: You’re going office like thaat?

Me: *scans self up and down* At least I did not forget to put my pants on…. Like one (or few) times back *

Me: What’s wrong with my outfit?

Dad: Why are you wearing trackpants to work?

Me: * stops twirling * (Yes I twirl around. Even. In. The. Morning.) It’s not trackpants laaaaa. It’s just a pants.

Then…

Me: * Leaving the house *

Dad: *Dad glanced at me one more time* Eh, I think something is wrong with your top. One is longer than the other.

Me:

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😳😳😳*Smacks Self*😳😳😳

It is meant to be like thaaaatt…..

Dad: Oh, I thought something went wrong with it. Kids these days… ‘crooked’ clothes also wear…

😂😂😂

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Errr… I think I look pretty decent, if not chic.

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And then we have someone like my dad that diss Michael Jackson’s fashion and goes ‘… Trackpants…’

Clearly my dad is out of touch with fashion. Time for a little trip to Zara with him maybe!

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