A 229...

So, when my brother and I were growing up, we created lots of little "in jokes" -- one of them being The 229.

A 229 was our fictional police code for a fashion violation. Any time we saw something incredibly tacky being worn by an otherwise well-meaning person, we'd point them out and say, "Look. A 229." My brother, (who is quite hilarious more often than not) also concocted the entire "Fashion Miranda Rights."

Have I mentioned we're both gay? I didn't think it would be necessary.

So, part of my blogging time will be spent writing about the 229s all around us. And I live in South Louisiana, so you can rest assured that I have PLENTY to write about. Now, I'm not just talking fashion -- but general tackiness that surrounds us on a daily basis.

And if you come across any 229s you think I might appreciate, let me know.