I can speak for my friends, loved ones, etc. regarding me: I have a solid nike t-shirt that’s a bold yellow-green color somewhere between that of and :rolleyes: For military hobbyists, the color closely resembles chromate yellow (that’s why I like it), but some among those close to me have characterized the color as bile.
It’s not my favorite shirt by any means, but I really like it. Unfortunately, it’s coming up on its fifth year of use and it does have a few small perforations along with some inexplicable small streaks near the hem that are subtle but look I got bleach on them at some point.
So ultimately, time will accomplish for that shirt what the scorn of those around me could not.
My “Gah! Throw that outfit away” anecdotes are about co-workers:
The first was a woman who was the big boss over a huge accounting department. Most of her outfits were nice Ann Taylor clothes, but every few weeks she would wear an outfit that looked exactly like the old Denny’s waitress uniform (orange print, penny with sash, poofy sleeves).
The second was a woman in a similar position of corporate responsibility. Most of her clothes were kind of Jaclyn-Smith-Sears-Coordinates ca. 1992, but passable. The scary outfit was one that I swear was a Jack-in-the-Box manager’s uniform, the only thing missing was the nameplate.
I also have a colleague, a math professor, who prides himself on his t-shirt collection and never wears anything but jeans and t-shirts to teach. He regularly wears holey shirts, but his wife finally made him throw away one that his man-nipple poked through.
My husband finally agreed to retire my least favorite shirt in his collection. It’s a long-sleeved button-down shirt with a pointy 70s-ish collar. It once was white, but now is slightly yellowed, with dark green flowers AND stripes on it. Yes, it is a FLORAL, STRIPED shirt. :eek:
He won’t get rid of it because he used to consider it his nicest, dressiest shirt–and because, for this reason, he proposed to me in it. :eek: :eek:
Oh, and by “retire,” I mean “put in a box and agree that it not be worn again.” So we have to keep it around for years.
The bright side is that one day I can say to our kids, “Daddy proposed to me in this!” …and watch their horrified faces as they gaze upon the ugly floralstriped shirt.
Oh you guys don’t know bad clothing choices. You should meet my sweetie.
I should have known he wasn’t exactly fashion conscious the day I met him, as he was wearing denim cut-offs (and by this I mean they were cut off about three inches from his ankles) and white ankle socks with black patent dress shoes.
I do not kid. The shoes were because that’s all they had at the thrift store. I could forgive that.
But now we have the money for clothes and what does he prefer? Black patent dress shoes with everything. I’m feeling LUCKY when he wears his mandals, even if it’s with the white socks.
But this pales in comparison to his shirts. He is a Mexican Catholic, and proud of it. This means a variety of Virgin of Guadalupe and Bloody-crown-of-thorns Jesus screen prints. I have lost them, ripped them, accidentally bleached them…he just buys more.
My SO has a pair of gym shorts that were once red. They are now faded to pink, with blue splatters of paint, and I even think there are a few holes in them…he loves those shorts. They are fine for putzing around the house or even riding the bike, but sometimes we need to run out somewhere (home improvemnt store or something) and he doesn’t want to change - I cringe and refuse to go with him. I feel so shallow but I hate those shorts.
I also dislike it when he wears a grey top/shirt with khaki-colored bottoms. There is no contrast and the whole outfit looks washed out.
No, no, no. Those types of sandals are acceptable, depending on circumstances. Well, those are cheap-looking and ugly as hell, but the general idea of the sport sandal is ok if you’re trekking about. The kind I call “mandals” are the type old guys wear with calf-high black socks. Save us!
I see nothing wrong with wearing this kind of sandals, though. If the guy doesn’t have hairy freaky Hobbit feet, those are actually pretty decent.
I loathe shopping for clothes, would rather have root canal and anal warts than have to go try on clothes at a department store…my SO just hates me for that and usually buys me things every once in awhile.
By coincidence, I had to go clothes shopping today for a job interview on Monday…first time I have gone to buy clothes in almost a year. Almost ALL of the men’s slacks had pleats, and these were all name-brand designers. I bought three pairs of pants, a sports coat, four shirts and a belt.
As far as I am concerned, I am good to go for at least another year.
SO is pushing for me to buy new shoes tomorrow…we’ll see…
My DH maintained for years that pleated khakis were -oh- -so- “I’m a Pepper” Commercial Dancing Guy circa 1975. I have rarely been so gratified as the evening we were watching a “That 70’s Show” with real, 70’s commercials, including the iconic “I’m a Pepper, She’s a Pepper, He’s a Pepper; We’re All Peppers-- Wouldn’t you Like to Be a Pepper Too??” spot.
My mum says that when I was a kid, she’d want to throw away toys that I was too old for and were cluttering up the place, but she knew that kids occasionally regress and want to play with them and would be upset if they were thrown out, so she had a big ol’ box on top of a wardrobe somewhere, and she’d put the toy into that. If I asked where it was, she’d say, “I’m not sure. Maybe I put it away when I was cleaning up. I’ll go look.” It I didn’t ask for it, the toy was toast after twelve months or so. I think that’s possibly a good compromise method to use for the pants in the OP.
Buy him some new ones. Take him with you so you know he likes them. Hide the Evil Pants of Doom somewhere obscure. He’ll probably ask for them. Let him wear them, then hide them again. He’ll get used to not seeing them in the laundry, and will hopefully eventually forget about them.
and :rolleyes: For military hobbyists, the color closely resembles chromate yellow (that’s why I like it), but some among those close to me have characterized the color as bile.
