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.