Apparently, the thought that came to Hick's head was: I think I'll wear a shirt that hasn't seen the outside of my walk-in closet for nigh on 25 years. A shirt that is older than Genius, the graduate himself.
Hick actually had about 5 chances to change that shirt. When he came to the living room in it, and sat down on the long couch, I asked him.
"That's not what you're wearing, is it?"
"I thought I would. Why?"
"No. Just no. I don't think you want that in graduation pictures for eternity."
"I don't know why not. It's a good shirt."
"I'm pretty sure you have something better. Didn't you have a solid red shirt, kind of that style?"
"Yeah. But I gave it away when I got fat."
"I know you have something else."
"You even bought this one for me."
"Well...back when it was in style. Back when western was a big thing, because of Garth Brooks."
"I think it looks good."
So I let it rest. Close to time for us to leave, I reminded Hick that he might want to go get a different shirt. Nope. He didn't. As we left the house, I again asked if he was really wearing that. Yes. He was. AND he had added a vest!
We stopped by the dead-mouse-smelling post office to mail a bill on the way out of town, and I tried to get a picture of him walking out. My camera has that lag time, though. And he was back in the
Hick looks like he could be in a Kenworth, pullin' logs, 'bout a mile outta Shaky Town, about to put the hammer down. Rather than behind the wheel of A-Cad, on the way to be in his son's graduation pictures.
Don't get me wrong. I don't claim to be a runway model for commencement fashion. I eschewed my regular button-front shirts with a side pocket, though, in favor of something a bit more refined.
Tasteful. Solid color. Not pulling attention away from the graduate. Let the record show that Genius DID roll his eyes when his dad stepped out of the car upon arrival. That vindicated me, at least.
Seriously. I might just as well have worn my favorite old ratty baby blue sweatshirt for those graduation pictures.
Let the record further show that the wind was chill that day, and some of the pictures were taken outside, on campus. Hick put on his black Goodwill hoodie (emblazoned in gold with MIZZOU) to stay warm, thus covering the floral print of his
Let the record also show that Genius's Friend, who was along with us after having lunch that day, did not have a jacket, and was shivering, but still declined to wear Hick's vest to keep warm, even though he was not in the pictures. Yes. A recent college graduate preferred to risk hypothermia rather than be seen in a tan corduroy vest that could have preserved his core temperature.
To the graduation itself, Hick wore a short-sleeve, mostly-white, polo shirt with a thin blue stripe, large grid pattern. Not that there are any pictures of it.
That's silly, Val--you don't even have that sweatshirt anymore!!
ReplyDeleteWell...um...goodbyes ARE hard for me...and I have not yet said a final goodbye to my comfy old baby-blue sweatshirt. I have a feeling I'm in for a hefty fine due to violation of the Truth in Blogging Law, concerning the recent report of its banishment.
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That flowery blue and white shirt looks like something from the 70s.
ReplyDeleteIt does, but I didn't know Hick in the 70s. So it can be a 70s shirt, which leaves me off the hook, or a gift from me, which means it's a later vintage.
DeleteIt's a guy thing. We have a 20 year old who would wear shorts all year.
ReplyDeleteWe had a custodian who did that. One year at the Christmas program (me watching Genius, and him watching a grandson), I asked him if it was ever too cold for shorts, and he said, "No."
DeleteI was prepared to defend Hick, but Oh My God!! That shirt was never in style, not anywhere, not anytime.
ReplyDeleteThe depths of your horror jumped out of my monitor. Well done, sir, on conveying your true feelings on Hick's fashion statement. So bad that the bro code has been breached.
DeleteIt does kind of look like it should be a woman's blouse, and are those marijuana leaves on it?
ReplyDeleteA woman might wear it as a muu-muu, but not a blouse! Marijuana leaves? Mayhap they are, mayhap they ain't. I hadn't even noticed, what with my eye drawn to those butterfly/palm frond rings.
DeleteAnd this is why I will not allow HeWho to dress himself when we go anywhere. But, that shirt, I don't think even HeWho would have pulled that out of the closet! Not that it would have been there. I would have already torn it into long strips, along with that baby blue sweatshirt. Those two items would be in a braided rug!!
ReplyDeleteI might have to adopt the HeWho Dressing Policy. Heh, heh! I knew it was hideous, and the fact that HeWho would not have worn it VALidates my belief.
DeleteOf course my baby blue sweatshirt deserves to be commemorated with a rug, but that shirt--no siree, Bob!