Or is it just me?
I wear crappy ones, unless I’m around good ones and then I might throw them on just because they’re clean that day.
Never mind
“I base my fashion sense on what doesn’t itch.” - Katherine Hepburn
I love high fashion, to look at. But 99% of my time is spent in comfortable cotton clothing and a pair of Crocs. I may spring for the leather Crocs but I’m not going to walk around in something that hurts my feet.
Poor Celtling.
Fashion disgusts me.
That being said, I have recently discovered how superficial people are. If I’m wearing nice clothes, they act differently around me. I tested this theory by buying a few Ralph Lauren shirts. I’m thinking about buying a huge rolex-looking watch just to see what happens.
It’s not just you.
Is it just me, or does anyone else think the government should regulate clothing?
Everyone should be issued 1 shirt, 1 pair of jeans, 1 belt, 1 pair of socks, 1 pair of shoes, and optional underwear.
If they live in a cold climate, they can have a jumper.
Maybe, in time, we can move towards Star Trek style jumpsuits issued to everyone.
As long as it is clean and comfortable, my husband doesn’t care what he looks like as well.
I think that is a damn shame. He looks sooo much better with a little care to detail, combinations and accessories. I have to nag to get him to get a haircut. It is a continual source of friction.
Moved Cafe Society --> IMHO.
I care very much what people think of me. Some of that is pride, but more of it is that I feel more secure if I know what people think of me, I know that it is positive, and I know how I can use that to get what I need. Clothes are part of that.
I also find cheap shoes to be the absolute opposite of comfortable, so I reject part of your premise. I mean, there are plenty of expensive uncomfortable shoes, but there are also expensive comfortable shoes. There are few to no truly inexpensive (<$15) truly comfortable shoes (or, if there are, they wear out in a week or two).
Ditto, sort of.
I am the most careful about my feet - I have CPPD in my feet, so all my poor little foot bones are having their cartilage ground away by the calcium crystals and I am diabetic and do not want to lose any body parts so my shoes are critical to foot health. I don’t care if I am wearing what look like sneakers all the time, they have foot boxes large enough to hold my orthotics and are durable and comfortable.
Clothingwise - at home I dress for comfort, I really don’t care what I look like unless I am having guests over that are not in the alternative family category. Right now I am wearing a tshirt that the neck binding has frayed and been stretched out, has odd ink stains on it from an art project and has little holes in it from ghu knows what. And ancient fraying direputable looking sweats with fluffy chenille socks. I would never wear this out of the house unless perhaps an ambulance crew was hauling me out for some reason. When I go out, I do dress much more carefully - I like banded bottom short sleeved polo shirts, deva lifewear palazzo pants in black devacloth and if the weather needs it a jacket of some sort. If the occasion is dressier than that, I can dress all the way up to full formal gown, I finally decided to pick up one that was not uberfluffy enough to interfere with the wheelchair.
My ex. He was physically gorgeous, but he covered all that beauty with already-worn stuff from garage sales. He had no concept of what he looked good in, and I gave up trying to teach him. He’d wear a plaid shirt with plaid pants, or an atrocious green leather jacket. If a shirt had a torn elbow, he’d cut off both sleeves with scissors and continue wearing it. And who the hell wears used shoes? Oh, and he dressed the same way out in public as at home. Now this guy was very intelligent with a great job and great personality. But he had this blind spot when it came to fashion.
I care about clothes and shoes inasmuch as I care about money and having a job. I always try to dress appropriately for work, balancing a sense of professionalism with pragmaticism and my own personal taste. I’m not the most best dressed person in my office, but I’m not the biggest slob either (at least among women AND men).
I do have my own tastes, though. I like to think I have standards; it’s just that my standards aren’t very conventional.
Fashion is a guide for people who don’t have style.
That being said, I always buy the name-brand clothes at Goodwill. They do look better, and people treat you as you present yourself. Nobody can discern your inner nobility at first meeting, but they can tell that you are wearing a Brooks Brothers polo shirt.
I think haute couture is ridiculous. That said, I do think having a clean, put-together appearance - especially at work - is important. All my clothes are machine washable, though. I do have younger children, after all, and don’t want to fuss about my clothes.
And, yes, I do care what people think about me, even if it’s superficial. In an ideal world, people would “love me for me,” but looking fairly decent sure greases certain social wheels, whether that’s at work, with my son’s friends’ parents, friends, my husband (who routinely sees me looking like crap) and more or less anyone else. I want to be comfortable, but I don’t want to look like a dumpy almost-middle-aged woman.
Liking fashion is not about showing off how much money you make or impressing people with the labels you wear. Well, maybe it is for some people, but many many people who love fashion do it on a show-string budget or make the clothes themselves.
Yep, I care about clothes and shoes. It’s got fuck-all to do with impressing people. It’s fun and a creative outlet for me. It’s like you’re a blank canvas that you can adorn by combining colors, textures, and proportions.
Haute couture is art made out of fabric. It’s not meant to be worn to the office.
I have an incredible sense of fashion, and have been paid to put outfits together for other people. Someone once remarked “You can take items that don’t look like they should be put together and make them look great!”
However, I rarely give a damn about what I wear. I often get free clothes from friends and other sources, and only buy used stuff at thrift stores and garage sales. Another friend once remarked “With your money and fasion sense, why do you persist in looking like an unmade bed?”
When I found a v-neck tee shirt that fit just right I bought eight of them six years ago and that’s what I wear every single day. I have loose fitting cotton pants, mostly black or gray. Several pairs of cut-off jean shorts I made after my jeans became too ratty. I have a pair of slides I bought from Walmart about ten years ago, a pair of 10 dollar Converse knock-offs, and some slippers I will wear in public. I do not care about my appearance at all beyond clean and fresh breath. I have kinky curly hair almost to my waist and I think that’s my one vanity, but I keep it in braids 90% of the time, otherwise it’s a big hassle to comb out.
Oddly though I LOVE looking at fashion sites, especially when Go Fug Yourself does the fashion shows.
I’m pretty indifferent, though there are things like hiking boots where I will happily pay for durability.
My wife is even more indifferent. She just started a new job as a vet tech, and I swear one of her favorite things is that she gets to wear scrubs every day. They have pockets! And she never has to decide what to wear!
Once every year or so, I’ll point out that she needs to have some jeans without holes. So I have to drag her to the store, and refuse to leave until she tries on at least six pairs and picks out three. Otherwise she’ll grab the first thing that may or may not be in her size from the most obvious sales rack and head straight to the register, and complain to me when her clothes don’t fit right…
I spend 90% of my time involved in projects that destroy clothes so I do enjoy getting dressed up in the evening a bit or on the weekends, by dressed up I mean casual wear. I am a closet designer of womens fashion, always have been but I tend to repress it for obvious reasons. I am straight but for some reason enjoy a lot of things thought of as gay. I would rather dress a woman up than myself.
I don’t care about fashion. Though I’ve started to care more about getting good shoes after a lifetime of wearing crappy shoes.
In soviet union, clothes wear you!