fashion

Bostonian Rantida sees people dressed in boots and tightly drawn jackets and, yes, wooly scarves today and yells at her fellow Bostonians to get a grip:

PeaceBang addresses the touchy issue of what a minister should wear when invited to her church pool party:

Apparently, somebody passed a new fashion law requiring Boston-area women to wear orange. Single Girl in the City vows civil disobedience:

Like Amy before her, Jayniek wishes leggings would go back into whatever 1980s crypt they've escape

Madhu observes the fashions walking by from the front of Sonsie on Newbury Street:

Eeka wonders (on One Smoot Short of a Bridge), why all the Masters of the Universe getting off the Orange Line at State Street are leaving the brand-name label

Waiting for the Red Line at JFK and then transferring from the Red to Orange lines gives Mike plenty of time to meditate on mating pigeons up in the rafters and evil buskers springing on people in tunnels.

Vanessa wonders what the deal is with all the blue shirts:

First, Blogorelli fires a salvo across the bow of Vera Bradley-toting, khaki-wearing Bostonians. Beth responds with a hail of Boston fashion lovin'.

Now Blogorelli returns fire with Boston fashion violation notices you can print out:

...Slip one under your co-worker's blotter when she's in the bathroom putting on more bronzer. Give one to that special guy whose bare feet make you shudder. Throw some out the window in the financial district. Or use sticker paper and affix to the window of a store selling Vera Crapley merchandise...or, better yet, to someone carrying said offending bag. (P.S. you do this and send me a photo via, well, there might just be a reward in store.)

Fight the man...especially if he needs some grooming.