I've had my fair share of Khadi apparel and bag-wearing, hovering-rover days. I may have to wait until this December to relive them. It's not so much about the wearing as it is about the free spiritedness.
It may be white this time, over the oranges and reds of yore. Crisp, freshly starched, and pressed. It may not sync well with my brown self, but I am allowed relaxations then, or even a complexion change meanwhile.
(I'm bored of my few-line posts, too. But I guess it's the selfish me not wanting to kill the thoughts just so they're brief.)