My entire adult life, the guiding principal of my clothes selections has been one of comfort over fashion. While I, admittedly, may have some vague conception (correct or not) of general styles that "become me" or somewhat adhere to my notion of myself as a hispter doofus of sorts, in the end, it comes down to comfort; both physical comfort, and psychological comfort that comes with threads that are tried and true, and not rocking the boat (think: the old Adidas hat).
Here I am, not quite three weeks out from my 37th birthday, considering throwing that entire philosophy out the window and concentrating entirely on looking good. It all depends upon whether I can find a really nice sweater to go with these amazingly hip new shoes I just purchased. I'm thinking, a sweater with argyle diamonds down the front and a collared shirt with tabs sticking out over my belt. Thoughts?
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I'd avoid the argyle sweater notion unless you want to emulate Justin Timberlake, who seems to be wearing argyle sweater vests in most of the pictures I see of him.
There are a whole host of sweater options you could use to 'look good'. And as opposed to the old Billy Crystal bit 'to look good is to feel good' it is still best to be comfortable.
A basic black sweater, possibly with a mock turtleneck would be classic, simple, comfortable, and look good. I'd avoid exaggerated patterns, like argyle, as it limits your options when matching things together.
Nice looking shoes.
Part of looking good means that you have to do something about that earwax farm in your ears. :)
I support you looking good, and have always thought that you dress very nice. You are not Mr. GQ, but a man who cares more about the Earth than himself.
I don't dress professional at all. I go to work like I might be going out to drag brush all day for the Arborist. I have ratty jeans that are thinning in spots and a simple gray tee shirt with a big Cy on the front. You ahve always have me beat except when the Statesman makes himself known.
I've always thought you looked good. Very good. Tasty even. Smokin' for sure and yet...
I agree that sweaters that are not too busy will look good and trendy withmany options - shoes and pants.
Are you not wearing pants? Just shoes and a sweater. That would be interesting. It might be wise to purchase sweaters that cover your arse. And how long do you stay in the bathroom before coming out. Think nudist colony. If they take a crap - how long til they are, you know, ready to go out again.
Interesting...do you feel as though you have been looking bad of late?
Good luck to you and looking good.
Excellent shoes, possibly the best ever!
thanks for comments, all.
Of course (or maybe it was not so obvious), this was me trying my hand at a little "flash fiction," with the exception of the fact that I did buy new shoes, and they are the shoes pictured. I got the idea to write this when Sharon suggested that the shoes looked particularly "hip."
The actual truth is that (whether it showed or not) I've probably always been just a bit more fashion conscious than I've let on, and have become an ever-so-incrementally better of a dresser as my adult years have gone by. I still will not buy a new shirt at a store (I do shirt shopping exclusively at thrift stores), but I am fairly discriminating when I actually do pick something out.
I would also say that this pair of shoes may be the first time in my life that I have put form on equal footing with function.
Happy dressing, everyone!
I remember in high school you said you were going for "best dressed" in our class. So, I think your desire to be fashion forward has always been out there.
Damn your fiction.
Stephen: I thought there was a statute of limitations with respect to being held accountable for what we did, or said, back in high school!
I was probably fairly fashion conscious back then. Having recently emerged from a period where I hated myself, and having just begun dating for the first time, I probably was trying to be hot shit. I was such an ass.
I thought that I was the ass?
Back then, you were a squirrely little C.I.T. After high school, I handed off the baton.
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