Somebody posted in our neighborhood Facebook group that residents should “take pride in presentation” when outside.
What she meant was pajama pants. Mine, specifically, because she described black plaid pants and a gray hoodie. That is my 7 a.m. mailbox uniform.
Ma’am this is Ohio. It was forty nine degrees and raining sideways. I was retrieving a dental bill, not attending a garden luncheon.
She said people considering buying homes drive through early and first impressions matter.
I replied that anyone scared off by fleece pants probably would not survive the leaf blower situation anyway.
My husband says I should have ignored it. I say she held a public hearing about my thighs.
Please wear something more alarming tomorrow. Not obscene. Just confusing.
My robe has been seen by half the county. Property values remain intact.
Prospective buyers should see the truth. People live there. Sometimes they get mail dressed like a divorced lumberjack.
PUBLIC HEARING ABOUT MY THIGHS just took me out.
She is not completely wrong that curb appeal matters, but policing clothing is wildly inappropriate and unrelated to property maintenance.
This is why I moved somewhere with no HOA and one neighbor who owns a goat. The goat has never commented on my presentation.
I am also in Ohio and pajama pants are formal wear before 8 a.m.