Twenty-eight years ago, the following were my husband’s five rules of fashion:

1. Beige is good; more beige is better, and a whole lot of beige is best – Most people identify red or green or even periwinkle as their favorite color.  Not my husband, Jeff – he liked that nebulous not brown, not white shade of regurgitated oatmeal, known as beige.  He liked it so much that in the pre-Gina era, 90% of his wardrobe was beige.

He had it all – beige golf shirts, beige (aka khaki) pants, beige sports jacket, even beige socks which he often wore simultaneously for an effect that what was, at best, underwhelming.  There was an advantage (if one can call it that) to Jeff’s love affair with beige – his outfits never clashed.  No danger of pink paired with red, no maroon mixed with orange.  Only beige – bleak and boring beige. […]