Beloved is no exception.
Here is where I post pictures of him wearing cut-offs and white socks and Nike sneakers.
Here is where I post pictures of him wearing his "I've got a Brown Belt in Crazy" t-shirt.
Or his Big Wheel "Old School" t-shirt.
Of course my favorite is him in his Speed Racer t-shirt because dammit it's just plain sexah.
No, Beloved's clothing cortege consists of the following....cotton button-down plaid shirts. Both short-sleeve for summer and long-sleeve for winter. These shirts will be worn to oblivion....wearing to white at the cuffs and hems with a threat of the collar splitting in two at the fold. He does not like to shop. And his shoes are no different. Pull-on loafers from Land's End or Eddie Bauer. Rotated in occasionally with steel-toe workboots for refinery visits or oil rig stops.
One recent development in his clothing attire retinue is the introduction of Old Navy Slimfit slacks. I had purchased those- at high risk of rejection- for Christmas this year. I felt this was an upgrade from the regular pleated-front, tab back-pocket Dockers that were hung precisely in his closet.
(have I mentioned my husband's profession?
He is an engineer.
His closet-well HIS side of the closet- is in stark contrast to mine.
I am not an engineer. Okay maybe a DOMESTIC engineer---but my side of the closet looks like a rainbow vomited in it. Lots of inventory crammed into the space. His chosen profession has its qualities and characteristics that I find appealing. Like precision. Exactitude. It has his slacks hung neatly on hangers, with each hanger spaced precisely 3 cms apart. I don't know how he accomplishes that, but he maintains a near mathematical-order to his side of the closet. )
Beloved's expression upon opening the flat navy blue box Christmas morn was one of confusion. Distrust. He did not ask for the Slimfit style. He asked for Classic style. Old Navy. In colors of navy or khaki.
He tried on the Slimfits. It went something akin to this....
It was needless to say, not unlike putting socks on a dog. Lots of funny locomotion.
But eventually as the months passed the Slimfits made more and more appearances on his body's rather attractive lower portion of his body.
And on the Seventh Day God rested.
But the discussion continued...I could tell that change is a continuing challenge for the Good Dr. While a brilliant and creative genius at all things mechanical, his confidence in personal appearance continued to daunt his daily existence. Every time the Slimfits made an appearance he would announce it as if he needed the reassurance that Yes, the Slimfits were still appropriate choice and that No, he did not look as if he was wearing yoga pants or jeggings.
Last night he came home late from a day of graduate and faculty gathering at a local new hotspot. He says "I can't remember what they call it...Happy Hour?" He came home around 8pm and when I announced I was in the mood to watch one of our movies, he agreed.
We decided to watch 'Skyfall' which is one of our favorite movies.
Daniel Craig, Javier Bardem, Ralph Fiennes...all ultimate fierce paragons of masculinity in the film.
Whether it is Craig's dapper use of the tuxedo (lingerie for women)
Ralph Fiennes sharp British sense of style
or Javier Bardem's unique usage of geometric prints and hair dye
the film, as Bond films usually are, was a panoply of male fashion highlights.
But all failed to register comment until the climax of the film, when Bardem and his chopperful of hoodlums debark into the cold Scottish evening to ambush Bond's childhood home.
Beloved piped up...
"Hey! All those guys are wearing Slimfits!"
His insecurities about Slimfits were soothed.
If it's good enough for Scottish Black Ops... it's good enough for him.
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