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fashion plate I'm not
fashion plate I'm not
Seeing as how I’m basically restarting again post-divorce I’m a little self-conscious about some things. One thing is my wardrobe. It’s not extensive or expensive. I think I look pretty good in most things in my closet, but at the same time my fashion says something about me: pragmatic, practical, utilitarian, versatile, and borderline boring… at least in my opinion. So, in an effort to get some ideas for a wardrobe upgrade I bought a copy of GQ magazine.
What a waste of time and money! There were more advertisements than anything else. And the cover story featured Brad Pitt. What the hell do I care about what Bradley is doing with himself these days?! There was a style Q&A, where people write in for suggestions, but the best letter had to do with shoulder bags for guys (read: a purse).
I decided that I’d be better off simply going to the mall, taking time, walking around, and (gasp) spend some money on myself. I can buy for just about anyone else but me. Maybe after I pay down a couple of debts in a few months, I’ll give myself an early Christmas.
Fortunately, I was smart enough to pick up a copy of Sports Illustrated with the GQ. Its cover story was on Lance Armstrong. I’m a fan and that was a story I could get into. Tour number 7 is a no-brainer.
7/3/2005 4:05 pm
On the clothes thing... hate to say this, but Queer Eye For The Straight Guy has taught ME a thing or two about men's fashion, and I apply it to my husband. We just stopped by Lucky Jeans yesterday and picked out a pair for him (after he tried on a good 4 or 5 of 'em), and let me tell you... HE. LOOKS. SOOOO! HOT! Steaming sexy. They are ridiculously expensive (in my humble opinion), but damned if they weren't well worth it. Because they not only look really nice on him (enough to have me daydreaming about him in them the next day, and I'm not kidding!)... he says they fit comfortably, too.|
Another idea: ask a younger female friend, co-worker, cousin, whatever to help you pick out a shirt. (Not a whole wardrobe; you're just trying to gauge if you two can shop together and come out with something great and have fun at the same time.)
I'm 12 years junior to my husband, and... his wardrobe was very "eighties." Not bad, but... I'm bringing it slowly but surely into the here and now. And frankly, not to toot my own horn too much, he looks better now than he did when we were dating. I have to beat the women off with a stick! Nah, just kidding.
As for Lance, my hubby and his friends are very into that so I'm sucked into the whirlwind. Did you read It's Not About The Bike?