The lady across the street from me has a uniform. Blue slacks (no other word describes them so aptly) and a white short sleeved shirt. I don't think I've ever seen her in anything else. She doesn't have to wear a uniform -- she chooses to.

Perhaps in honor of Pat, I've chosen a uniform too this summer: lightweight corduroys (spring green, orange or burgandy) or khakis. Stretch cotton camisole (peach, dark pink, orange, powder blue, pinky red). Lightweight cotton cardigan with 3/4 sleeves for cooler evenings (light green or light pink). Flip-flops (taupe or silver).

Do you have a uniform?