fasion sense

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For those readers that know me and/or have seen me have probably figured out in short order that I’m not exactly a fashion statement. People have different motivations for a myriad of reasons about their fashion. Some of them I believe start from childhood.

Growing up in a blue-collar home with older brothers most definitely had some influence on my fashion perspective or lack of it. Clothing for boys and men in those days wasn’t about a fashion statement, it was more about necessity and basic provision.

The grief given to siblings wasn’t all a one-way street depending on age. Oh, no. I learned to dish it out early on. I recall my mom making my oldest brother Dean get dressed up for school pictures. He was big enough to wear some of my dad’s clothes, ties and all. We were merciless.

I think it was Bobby, the 2nd oldest who told Dean he looked like a preacher. We laughed and I joined in on the fun too… “Hey, maybe you can do some preachin’ while you’re at school”! I said laughing at what Bobby started.

Of course the payback is another story for another time… Make no mistake, at that age with siblings, there’s always paybacks.

Ripped up 501’s were always the preferred apparel for all of us when we were kids and it didn’t matter what the occasion. It got to the point in those days we’d avoid dress clothes like we would haircuts. The fewer the better. Sports were the only thing that kept us from looking like what society considered degenerates at the time.

I liked most of the music that my brothers listened to as a kid, but Black Sabbath wasn’t some of that music that made it on my favorites list. When Dean started leaning toward western dress with cowboy boots, we’d sing him the song by Black Sabbath that he introduced us to. The song was titled “Fairies Wear Boots.”

Although thoroughly enjoyable, it didn’t seem to sway his fashion choice. We were all pretty much the opposite of what society considered to be “Fairies” at the time, but that didn’t stop us from tossing the worst insult available for the sake of a good laugh.

I thought about that song more than once with a smile on my face during part of the 80’s, when I wore those zip-up-inside-the-ankle-not-shoe-but-not-boot-either, they went with thin leather ties to match, the pinnacle of fashion at the time. (I thought).

If my brothers would have lived in the same city or had been around they would have had a ball, but like them, it wouldn’t have made a bit of difference at the time.

These days I’m not as picky as I was when I was trying to “look” a certain way. Maybe I’m reverting to childhood. Give me something loose, cotton, and comfortable, and that’s just about all I need or want.

The dress clothes I wear now are the ones brought home by my wife. If she’s happy, I’m happy. As long as I don’t get blisters.

It takes different people a different amount of time to figure out that the simplest things bring about the most comfort. Some people never do figure it out I guess. Similar to the simplest cotton clothing on the outside our souls long for the simple things on the inside.

Knowing the truth of God is the key to the mysteries of the universe. The lost world creates intricate theories with elaborate strategies to complicate subjects in order to “show” themselves to be important. In the end, they’re just selling fairy tales. (Sometimes with boots, sometimes without).

It doesn’t matter how you dress it up on the outside, it doesn’t fool the truly wise about the origin and the inside. One can wrap up the world’s confusion with a nice dressing. It is still like wrapping an atomic bomb up in fancy clothes.

Regardless of what the bomb wears, it will do what it was designed to do.

We can dress for success, but our fashion sense doesn’t change the heart. The heart is measured on the inside… and only by God.


This post was brought to you by the new cream colored shoes my wife bought me that look like bowling shoes…

Makes me smile just thinking about what my brothers might have to say about them…