tracksuit bottoms in public when living in the UK. That's a good thing to know.
If any of the Brits reading this blog feel like offering more fashion advice, I'd certainly be obliged. It would certainly save me the embarrassment of the time I learned to not wear white socks.
I have not worn white socks (except when running) since 1996, yet my grandmother still insists on buying me a package of white socks every Christmas.
This year I was able to pawn the socks off to my brother-in-law, who has no qualms with wearing white socks because he works for Big Oil and if you ever make fun of him he will ensure that you can't afford to drive your car. A bag of re-gifted white socks are the least I can do for the man who produced the Cutest Niece in America.