Friday, July 16, 2010

Space Saver

Via DesignMom and PleaseHello.

Dress to Impress... Express... Depress?

My friend Molly and I were chatting the other day about our husbands, and the subject turned to what they choose to wear.  Molly mentioned she wished her husband would try to dress up a bit occasionally - nothing fancy, just something other than holey jeans and a t-shirt with some sort of logo on it.

I laughed at her.  "Some dudes are just like that," I said.  She mentioned how he used to dress a bit more preppy.  "Uh huh," I said.  And then I explained to her what Bryan wears.

Before I show you PROOF of the doofy ways my husband occasionally dresses, I SHOULD stress that he cleans up GREAT, and that he rocks his Gap slacks and a dress shirt quite often.  It seems to be the summer that he has some problems with...  I would say it's a 50/50 chance that he's looking well put together, which really isn't all that bad.  Except when he's NOT put together, it looks like this:

Excuse the crappy cell phone picture. 

When I took this pic, my husband said something along the lines of "don't put this on Facebook" and possibly something like "don't blog about this, okay??"  But, he wore this all day, to WORK.  I'm pretty sure that means he forfeits the right to be teased in a public setting.  Because I KNOW at least one woman looked at him during the day and thought, "Oh honey.  What's with the outfit?"

In general, I really like Bryan's taste in clothes.  I even admire the occasional mixed-pattern combo he manages to pull off, as sometimes it really does look pretty cool.  I admire how he can throw on a pair of casual slacks, a tee shirt and a button up with the sleeves rolled up - and he'll look awesome.  Very casual chic.  But then the above happens, and I just shake my head.

Molly, it's not just your husband.  I think it's a worldwide phenomenon.  For every time my dad came in my room holding up three ties and none was a good match.... For every time my husband mixes not only color families but patterns...  For every time a man wears a PBR shirt without it being ironic...  I understand your pain, women.  I understand.