Class does not equate to stained pajama pants and old Crocs (no offense to Croc wearers... I AM aware of their comfort level and greatness as... garden shoes.) In my idealized view of days gone by, people were classy; they saved their junky days for yard work and house maintenance or sick, stuck on the sofa days.
My darling friend, Gretchen, mentioned this back in May.
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What ever did become of our "going to town clothes"?