Style-ish

There was a brief window of time when I considered myself stylish. I tried to match up to the men on TV although I could never muster that perfect quaff of hair. No matter how much product promising ultimate waves I used, my hair just lay there disappointingly flat. But clothes – well, I can buy clothes.

Somewhere along the line though, one’s cheapness intersects with the price of the fashion icon he is trying to emulate. When I was young and carefree my intersection point had a higher limit. Then I got married, had children, and was forced to adopt a budget. Even at my highest level, I never had a Ralph Lauren goal. He is too far up the scale. I aspired to reach that Samuel L. Jackson “look good in anything” vibe but settled in somewhere around Jerry Lewis.

Now I flat out don’t care. If I like it and the price is right, I buy it. I don’t believe in recreational shopping. I have to need something before I shop. Seven work shirts worn in the proper order are enough because no one remembers what you wore a week and a half ago. My eye for matching clothes died along with my hearing.

I also think my love of tie-dye lead to the demise of my ability to tell what goes with what. At some point, that random mix of colors flows off the shirts and into every fashion decision. Now tie-dye is more of a style philosophy than just a hippie shirt I own. I have become style-ish instead of stylish.

My oldest daughter gave me sage fashion advice before she left for school:

Dad, if you think it is a good idea, then don’t.

Let that sink in.

 

Monday I forgot that I had a Top Golf outing after work which necessitated a change of clothes. With no time to go home and grab something to wear, I found myself in a fashion conundrum. Never fear, beside my office is an outlet mall! At lunch, I hit the mall with three needs: shorts, shirt, and shoes. Of course, my goal was to spend as little as possible whilst acquiring items that would match… somewhat.

After running through all manner of stores, I started to get confused by all of the choices and gave up on one criteria – that they matched. I just wanted out of the mall, so I began hitting the clearance racks for cheap. There is strange stuff lurking on the clearance racks of outlet malls.

Finally, I found my ensemble just before I nearly passed out from MOE: mall over-exposure (which I think should be a real syndrome for middle-aged men just behind hair loss and ED.)

Shirt: $6.99
Shorts: $8
Shoes: $22.99

DONE!

The golf outing went well. No one commented on my outfit – perhaps they were awestruck by my individuality. My wife, who had been enjoying my escapades vicariously as I detailed them over the phone, said she liked each of my selections… independently. Being kind, she stopped there with a grin that told me that together they clashed horribly.

 

Shopping is kind of like panning for gold: Sometimes you pull up only sand and dirty water no matter how many times you dip your pan into the sales rack.

 

But sometimes… well sometimes you land a nugget of gold, like these shoes which I will wear everywhere!

 

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If those don’t make you smile, you must be defective!

 

All in all, it’s nice to not be a slave to fashion. I’m perfectly content being hopelessly style-ish.

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23 thoughts on “Style-ish

  1. You’ve got to let your girls buy your clothes. Our now married daughter (only child) has been dressing her Dad or participating in what he wears since pre-teen age. She has a tremendous eye for fashion and I realized lately that she actually has him trained. He asks whenever he thinks his choice may be questionable. When he is going to be with her, he goes over with her his wardrobe so they don’t clash. It is such a treasure to behold ~ this Daddy-Daughter Team. I do however love your choice in footwear, I believe she would approve of them!

  2. I can’t stand shopping, I just end up with t shirts and trousers as and when I need them, and the occasional dress. Trouble is I need new jeans the there’s a stupid high waistband fashion out now that looks awful.

  3. Mark, your shoes made me roar with laughter! My husband receives his fair share of comments from our kids. They are older than your children. I ascribe to your wife’s comments, individually, each item is fine. I too, stop there. We are definitely older than you & your wife. So now we have grandchildren that scrutinize both of us. They aren’t shy about giving advise so we don’t embarrass the family. They do it kindly, saying, you aren’t going out like that are you? Or, when are you getting ready? The best though is the question, you aren’t wearing that all at once, right? Just wanted to make sure you realized that this never ends and the kindest person to you will always be your wife!

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