style="text-align: center;">That’s how I feel when it comes to men’s fashion.
Like I have two big dents in my head and they have created a huge gap between knowing what I like and actually articulating that into my husbands wardrobe.
Yes, this is my responsibility.
When I met him he wore McGuiver shorts and “Johnson” t-shirts in public.  This was quite a shock the first time I saw him outside of the country “nightclub” where we met (in Wranglers and a big black cowboy hat!)
When we were first married we had many a knock down drag out over “being dressed up”.  He would derogatorily call me “Princess” when I would wear my vintage faux fur coats and insisted that khakis and a polo were “dressed up” for himself.
Thankfully – he’s come a LONG way baby but
while Joel is attracted to great clothing, left to his own devices he will wear the same stupid plaid button up and gray tennis shoes all week long.
Where’s a match and some lighter fluid when you need it???
I abhor the way most men dress.
Let me make myself even more clear to my .03 gentleman readers…
As if anyone cares but…
I abhor the following:
(Let me be clear – I am referring to “public” appearances.  Cleaning out your garage, bumming on the couch or hanging out at your summer cottage is another story.  Lord knows I wear stuff around the house I wouldn’ be caught DEAD in out and about).

Sports jerseys at church.

Baseball caps at church – I should not even have to say that.
Crocs anywhere that does not have SAND.
Camo.

Flip flops on men – period.  
Fleece if you’re not around a campfire.
Tennis shoes if you’re not working out
(There are some Summer-time-with-shorts exceptions of course but there is no excuse for white tennis shoes with jeans!!!!  In my book not even if you are young and trendy like these guys).
Outdated pants – read: dorky looking pleats.
Printed polo shirts.
Hawaiian shirts – can you guess what I am going to say?… unless you are at a Luau or at a backyard, suburban BBQ… and then, only then, if you really MUST!
Pants that are too short – I mean, do you have mirror, better yet… a TAILOR?!
And, take the cell phone OFF YOUR BELT and OUT OF YOUR BACK POCKET  – ick.

I’d list the looks I do like but I know my poor blog already has the rep of being “text heavy” – sigh.

It’s total CRAP that men get to walk around looking like fat, unfashionable or beer bellied slobs while we “agonize” over staying trim, wrinkle free and stylish.  I mean, what is it with the average American man?  I am not talking about being effeminate or metrosexual – I am talking about respect.  Respect for church members, party attendees, co-workers and for heavens sake – your WIFE!
Don’t you think a girl likes to have something to look at???
Now – I can figure out how to get somewhat of a fashionable, champagne type look on my Coors Light budget for myself but doing that for hubby can be a bit of a challenge.  Especially when it comes to suits.
He only owns a handful.  
Read two or three. 
 And every time he puts it on he looks like a clown.  (He would agree with me here – don’t want you to think I am bashing my man!)  He never has that James Bond, trim, Bradley Cooper type look. 
Now, he could say that I don’t look like a Bond Girl in my cocktail dress too –
  fair enough
 but you catch my drift!
Today we took one of his suits to my friend a “master seamstress” and asked her to work her magic in time for Easter service at church.  I have been wanting to to this for AGES especially since Big Daddy ain’t as big as he used to be – by a good twenty pounds since he got his “new” job a year and a half ago.
I lamented to her my lack of knowledge about mens tailoring.  I know the basics:
the shoulder line, pant length and cuff length but 
breaks, no vents, single vents, double vents – oh my!  
I am out of my element and Joel is left looking and feeling like he bought his suit at the Goodwill.
I told her I felt the need to pick up a GQ upon occasion and study it.  She said that was a great idea.  She also pinned the SNOT out of Joel’s suit that we purchased ages ago in Paris… It’s not a quality suit by any means but now she is giving him a sleek, stylish look, and taking his outdated “no vent” jacket and giving it two too!
I am so excited.
In the meantime it’s time for me to stop just drooling over the Sartorialist and learn something.  I have found this great website with Q and A’s on the subject and this one too which explains the basics of men’s suits.  Now, if I could just get him to wear his scarf more often and think outside the plaid shirt…
A trip to the Haberdashery is not on the schedule or in the budget but that is no excuse
after all…
Every girl’ crazy ’bout a sharp dressed man!