My wardrobe is looking like a hobo or a bookie from the old days. I'm wearing a short brimmed Panama hat, dark jeans, a baggy long-sleeved T-shirt and a matt black jacket. i'm a reasonably feminine middle-aged woman who isn't able to attend to her wardrobe. Somehow, it devolves to this. I look very butch. If I was a man my name would be Sammy or Clyde and I'd be up to something. Not sure how it skews like this. Who is that short, chubby, graceless person I see in store mirrors with a distinctly masculine edge? I feel reduced.
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