Pickles by Brian Crane for June 10, 2020

I’m totality grateful I’ve never married.

I don’t tell my husband what to wear. He’s old enough to make his own clothing decisions and I’m not his mother.

Is it possible Earl Pickles and Jon Arbuckle are related? Like — oh, I don’t know — uncle and nephew?

Ah shades of the ‘60s! I had a pair of trousers with a houndstooth pattern that I would wear with paisley shirts, topped off with a striped tie. For something different, I wore my vertically orange-striped bellbottoms and a green shirt. Yes, I had other weird combinations too. Now it’s mostly blue workshirts and jeans.

Have a closet full of identical black shirts and pants so I never have to decide what to wear.

My wife is 95% responsible for my wardrobe (I’m in charge of shoes, sox and briefs). So there’s no problem: She long ago stopped getting me “busy” clothing.

my fashion advisor (wife) tells me that this is not true anymore … apparently there is a right busy with busy now …

Opal, that is the best definition of what to wear with with what. So simple.

At their age it shouldn’t matter. Just check zippers and leaks.

She’s such a busy busy body!

The Grateful Dog. Great band, but I miss Jerry.

Panel 3, better get Roscoe some flea powder!

Yes you can, Earl. You can wear whatever you ruddy well please. You may look like a used car salesman, but if that floats your boat, go for it.

I dream of a world where I can wear paper disposable coveralls and be done with it.

that and that you don’t have an owner that likes to dress up their dog!

Says the woman who wears Rabbit slippers ;-)

Can sure tell which generation you’re a member of, Opal. . .LET LOOSE! LIVE A LITTLE! MIX YOUR PRINTS! STRIPES AND PLAIDS! STRIPES AND DOTS!

I wish I were a dog too, Rosco.

I presume she is calling the checks and stipes “busy”. When was this ever a fashion term?

Get busy and change…you’re taking me to the fabric shop…

“Busy” makes your butt look big.

Most men don’t really care what we look like when we go out. And we accept each other for it.

I only care what my clothing looks like when I go for a job interview.

Dogs and people on Zoom don’t worry about stuff like that.

Earl has choices but Opal is stuck with dotted lavender…

My husband REALLY likes to make his own clothing choices, he did change once when I told him about the large tear in the seat of his jeans.

Tim Gunn would disagree.

Tell her Earl, you’re not a slave to fashion!

A concept that men avoid learning and one of the reasons they marry after their mother kicks them out.

That’s right, Roscoe. Being human is complicated!

A plain with a plain.

(My father used to think anyone wearing purple (like I am right now) was gay. If they wore brown the next day, he figured they were straight again. I explained his grandfather’s theory about men with long hair and he started to get belligerent. I stopped him and pointed out what really mattered was that his grandfather loved him throughout it and figured he went back to being straight when he cut his hair short again. When you think about it, my father was very flexible.)

I was lucky. My late wife seldom criticized my wardrobe choices. Now I wear whatever is clean and fits.

Must be an outfit left over from the Mod days in the late 60s/early 70s, when we used to mix up all kinds of “busy” stuff, sometimes in the same item of clothing.

I have no idea what she is talking about. Must be because I am a man. I bet my wife would understand where Opal is coming from.

I liked to mix & match some in HS. And sometimes even now when I don’t care if anyone likes what I wear.

A polka dot tie would be a great accessory for that outfit.

I really wonder where they get some of these rules.

I’m colorblind and I’m grateful that my wife (RIP) dressed me during my career, and I didn’t have to learn those silly ‘rules.’ During her travels she hung my suits, shirts, and ties in the closet like Garanimals.

Opal must not have been very fashion conscious in the 70’s. Everyone wore busy with busy, plaids with flowered prints, etc.

I bet a Dalmation wouldn’t agree. Polka dots – ugh!

I had to dress my parents like that. My Mom would wear a polka dot blouse with a pair of striped capris, and Dad would wear plaid slacks with a checked shirt. They would also try to put things together with totally different colors in them. I finally got them to think about what they were trying to put together. LOL

She’s such a busybody!

Say whut?

Roscoe looks a bit shocked by those stripey trousers.

Busy with busy works well with a squirting daisy, rainbow wig, clown makeup and shoes, and a big red nose.