There was this moment.
It was the moment when I looked down at myself. Then through my closet. Then my drawers. Deflated, I told myself, “You’ve been doing this for years, and its really kinda getting lame. When are you going to start dressing like an adult?”
And so it began, this way-too-easy/lazy-looking “T-shirt and Jeans” look had to go. For god’s sake, I’m almost 40.
Time to step up my game and stop looking like a teenager and more like a man of my age. Someone who’s seen things. Been around the world. And even works in a creative field. And perhaps do it with bit of style that will generate attention, a smile, or at the very least a head swivel.
But how the hell am I going to do that!?
I have to let you know, the chips are stacked against me. My parents didn’t have much and they dressed me in what they could afford (or make) when I was growing up. Style was just not something I was raised with or ever figured out. And to top it off, in this recession I don’t have a ton of cash to just go out and get a whole new wardrobe.
But I’m gonna have to figure it out. These are the trials of that quest.