That’s the number of solid khaki or tan articles of clothing I own. And I’m talking khaki or tan in color. I don’t mean brown. I don’t mean light olive. I don’t mean off-white. I don’t mean a style of pants called khaki that may or may not have anything to do with hue.
I have 7 (7!) pairs of khaki pants. I didn’t even know that I wore khaki pants that much, but apparently I wear them all the time (I know because I just washed all of them). I have 1 pair of khaki capris (I’m wearing them right now). I have 2 khaki skirts (I wore one yesterday). I have a khaki cardigan that I wore to work so frequently my students commented on it (but I’m a high school teacher – those classrooms can be cold; and my students commented on everything I wore anyway, so there is that). And I have a khaki fleece vest (I added it to my classroom layering wardrobe to mix things up a little).
I’m struck by several things. For starters, the sheer quantity of clothing I have must be grotesque if I can sport enough khaki bottoms to wear khaki bottoms for a week and half without washing anything and without wearing any article more than once.
Secondly, I don’t even like khaki all that much. I know it must seem that I do, from the egregious amount of khaki clothing I own and wear. But I don’t. I apparently find it easy to wear.
Thirdly, I don’t think I’m alone. The khaki industry is insidious, sidling itself into the marketplace, preying on consumers, telling us khaki is a wardrobe staple.
Aww man. I just remembered I have a khaki pair of shoes.
How much khaki do you own? Let me know in the comments section.