Purple Shirt of the Week: Get your Kicks

Here is a submission from my friend QuirkyNYChick. She just bought
new shoes. They're awesome. So is she and her musical tastes, but
that's another story.

I'm tired and it's been a very long week. So I have no embarrassing
personal stories. Maybe next week.

Purple Shirt of the Week: Older and Wiser

Here we have a lavender (ie light purple - sorry, it's my phone camera, the color isn't too accurate) shirt on someone who wished not to have their face shown on the blog this week. I only mention this for two reasons: first, this person's picture is already plastered around the internets, and secondly, he's making such an awesome face in the picture that it's a crime that it's not being shared.

I suspect that this not sharing has something to do with the fact that yes, even though he may be a recognized maven of information and has photo profiles on websites, twitter, etc, he draws some kind of line between "i'm a professional" and "i don't need to have goofy pictures of myself on the internet".

I know, i know, i don't understand it either. I for one hope i never make that distinction. but, then again, look at what i do with my life; and not having that brain filter probably means i won't have a reputation where goofy photos will matter or come back to haunt me in a negative way. i don't have much further to fall.

Anyway, we salute you, man in the pretty purple shirt! You go and rock that lavender!

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Purple Shirt of the Week: This is a happy blog, darn it!

I really didn't feel like doing a blog today, but then realized that
the fortunes of you, dear readers, are completely tied to my public
musings here week after week. And today a lot of us probably need
some sunshine and flowers.

I know i do. I just took a walk outside, so there's my sunshine.

Here's my flowers for you. The original pic i took was one of the
ones lost on my iphone the other week, and the original point was that
i hadn't mowed yet and i was amazed that EVEN THE WEEDS GROWING INTO
MY FRONT GARDEN AND GRASS WERE PURPLE!

It was a sign. trust me, it was there.

Purple Shirt of the Week: The end of sleeve season

Sorry there was no post last week - I had taken some AWESOME purple
pics on my new iPhone but then had problems and the guys at the apple
store had to wipe the phone. After that I just isn't feel like
blogging because these were that good.

I still haven't got my photos syncing to my laptop, so you'll have to
wait until next week for my photoshopped pic of tim's lavender shirt.

So in the meantime, enjoy one of the last sleeved ensembles you'll be
seeing here for the season

Purple Shirt of the Week: There's no place like home

Remember the shoe discussion a while back? well, friend Michele went
and got herself some purple sneakers at that sale and she wanted to
share them with all of you this week.

This has been a bad week, so i'll make this short. I'm hoping that if
i put these on and click my heels, i'll be home and it will have been
a dream.

I also hope that blogger doesn't screw up and send this out with no
photo attached again.

Blogger, you're killing me

yet again blogger's dropped the ball and no pic went through. sorry all.

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Purple Shirt of the Week: This person is NOT an argyle

Welcome back folks to another edition of "Purple Shirt of the Week". I'm your host, Barney, and this week we'll be taking a look at one of the dressier pieces we've had in our collection.

Last week I was hanging out with some friends from college at a bar on a Friday night, and the short version of the story is that one of them had had enough drinks to start to worry about her running into someone that she used to know who had a crush on her. But she quickly was able to feel better about it because regardless of any insecurities on her part, this guy was wearing an argyle sweater vest. And in her drunken reasoning, this was case enough that she won - that the guy was dressed like an idiot. Our table was agreeing - a guy hanging out in trendy yuppie south norwalk on a friday night wearing an argyle sweater vest didn't really meet up with our elitist standards for friend making. this guy was either boring or a meathead. as were the other two similarly-attired gentlemen at the bar listening to a bad cover band.

No offense to any meatheads out there reading this. And hang in there, I'm going somewhere with all this.

My second story, which is much shorter, revolves around a person I used to work with. For sake of keeping him anonymous, we'll call him Sary Gtager. This guy was, and is, a complete moron (no offense to any morons reading this). I mean, maybe he's smart and a leader in his industry, but he has the social graces of a...person with no social graces. One day, my friend Carrie, who had had enough of him, and is prone to stating the obvious in such a clear way that other people aren't quite abel to, addressed to everyone in general "Sary Gtager is such an...wait, i said i was going to be nice this week, so...it begins with an "a" and ends with an "e", you know what I mean." To which I called in from the next room, "argyle??"

Thus began a great codeword, that ties in nicely with the previous story.

Taking a 180 now, on to today's picture. The complete antonym to everything I just said, this is my friend Sue (not Eyore girl from a few weeks back). She is the furthest thing from a meathead or "being an argyle". In fact, and this is in all honesty (after reading this blog at talkingtopurple.blogspot.com for the past few months, i think you can gauge my level of being honest in a "way too much information" sort of way), she's one of the nicest people I've had the pleasure to work with at any of my day jobs, even in the face of her usually being way over-worked. And she's got quite the snappy wardrobe, always dressed with attention to detail.

So, if you want a lesson on how to be awesome, take a lesson from Sue. If you want to be a rude clod, talk to Sary.