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May 23, 2006
Husbands Dressing Badly
Remember as you read this that Fish asked me to do this...
Well, good morning, Chicklets! Before we get started today, I wanted to send a big cyber-smooch from the L.C. to our guest this month, Kayla Perrin! Kayla, it's been great having you here - thanks for joining us! And everyone else - be sure to check out Kayla's latest release, Getting Even!
In more mundane news, it's been another wild and adventurous week here in Casa Rich. Every single one of us got our own personal variety of hacking cough this week, and it's been loads of fun. Buy stock in Robitussin. That's all I'm saying.
So. I thought it might be a good idea, as we move into wedding season, to give some seasoned advice to all the younguns out there about to get hitched. I have no advice on the actual wedding, because I went to Vegas. My wedding, bouquet and all, cost $254. So, when it comes to weddings, I got nothing.
When it comes to husbands, however...
... well, that's another story. This is my advice.
Don't let him dress himself.
That's pretty much it. I mean, the rest of it you really have to negotiate for yourself. Whether you let him walk all over you or make him tow your line is really between you guys. (I recommend somewhere in the middle, but to each their own.) But how he presents himself in public does reflect on you, and if he doesn't know the very basics of how to dress himself (or your children, but that's a different blog altogether) things can get... tense.
For example...

Fish has seriously, in all earnest, requested that I put this up here in response to the request for a more up-to-date picture of him, because he thinks it's totally insane that I will not let him out of the house wearing this getup. He thinks this is some sharp dressing. And no, before you ask, he's not colorblind.
Now, I'll be the first to admit. I'm no fashionista. I'm just barely able to dress myself well enough to leave the house. But this? Even I know this is just insane. So, we've been fighting over this for a few weeks - he still hasn't left the house wearing this, a point for Team Sanity - and when someone asked for an up-to-date picture of him, this was actually his idea. He wanted to throw it out to the Chicklets. So, dear Chicklets... go ahead and tell us what you really think of this outfit. Fish wants to know.
Me, on other hand? I think I need another shot of Robitussin.
Posted by Lani at 7:03 AM | Comments (33)
Comments
Fish, Fish, Fish. Think of the children.
Posted by: CJ Barry at May 23, 2006 7:55 AM
Where's the giant, shiny disco ball??
Judd is also not allowed to dress himself, or it would be all jeans and flannel shirts, all the time. I have a plaid phobia.
Posted by: Alesia Holliday
at May 23, 2006 8:30 AM
Fish? I'm siding with Lani on this one.
Red + Yellow = Ronald McDonald
Posted by: Whitney
at May 23, 2006 9:21 AM
I think he looks like a fitting tribute to hamburger condiments everywhere!
Posted by: laurenjharwood
at May 23, 2006 9:47 AM
He looks like a host for a children's tv show...set in the 70s. Fish, that shouldn't be the look you're going for. You remind me a bit of my parent's wedding photo--they got married in the early seventies and my father wore a red tuxedo. So not cool.
Posted by: Christina at May 23, 2006 10:05 AM
On the other hand, the bright and blinding colors do distract from the middle finger coming out of the left pocket. :) Yay for the Lani's family subtle photo flip-off!
(This makes me thankful, though, that my fashion issue with my fiance is going to be making him wear anything besides black shirts and jeans.)
Posted by: Janet at May 23, 2006 11:01 AM
Actually, I have a friend whose husband checks with her every morning before he leaves the house. He says, "Remember, how I dress reflects on you." He is so right.
Fish, put your finger (and that shirt, at least!) away and dress like a human being. Sorry, buddy. I had your back on the metal detector, but not on the getup.
Posted by: Cate at May 23, 2006 11:15 AM
No.
Posted by: Sheri at May 23, 2006 11:27 AM
Cowboy is your basic T-shirt and jeans kind of guy and since it's engrained in his being, I try not to mess with it unless it's an important event. He would never ever attempt what Fish is attempting in that photo. I never thought I would say this, but I am so grateful for that.
Fish, honey, listen to your sweet Lani.
Eileen (who is also severely fashion impaired)
Posted by: Eileen
at May 23, 2006 11:45 AM
Fish.. that is very, um, brave of you. If you've been hearing whispers around you it's the kids telling their friends that no, their dad is not in fact Ronald McDonald.
Posted by: Heather Cook at May 23, 2006 1:53 PM
Huge no. He can do better than that.
Posted by: MC at May 23, 2006 2:22 PM
No, Fish. Just ... no.
Posted by: Jennifer at May 23, 2006 3:28 PM
Yellow shirt/red pants. The only place that combo works is on the football field with a helmet, pads and a big honking number on the chest. Seriously. I ain't gonna ask what's with the finger.
Posted by: Jan at May 23, 2006 3:29 PM
Ummm. I am trying to like it, really, Fish. Maybe its the camera. Those can't really be RED PANTS, can they? Where would one get RED PANTS? That begs the question of why would one get RED PANTS?
And the yellow shirt. Hmmm. What would it ever look good with? Maybe out on a wilderness camping trip, with a hotdog cookout, expecting mustard to drip. Then you could just leave it at the cookout.
So, I have to go with the others, no, no.
Posted by: Kay T at May 23, 2006 4:43 PM
He's heard this but I'll repeat it just in case he wasn't listening...swap out for black. Take the maroon pants and swap out the shirt for a black one. Wear black shoes and belt and don't forget BLACK socks. Take the gold shirt and wear it with black pants but must have the right tie. When mixing and matching your wardrobe, never mix these two. You might be mistaken for A.J. Dimond High's wrestling team manager.
Posted by: Monica at May 23, 2006 5:02 PM
I agree with Monica, although where she said "swap," I'd replace that with "burn."
Remember this: whether you're a man, woman or clown, there is never a good reason to wear red pants. Ditto that for a yellow shirt.
Never. A. Good. Reason.
Posted by: Whitney
at May 23, 2006 6:49 PM
Anyone want to wager on when Fish will ever ask for our opinion again????
Posted by: laurenjharwood
at May 23, 2006 7:31 PM
Oh, man, this is fun. I heartily second the "there's no right time to wear red pants" credo. Although I do have an instinctual need to jump in here and defend him just because he's my Fish. Unfortunately, I got nothing. He's not even color-blind.
And no one has used the secret word yet. I'm very disappointed. There are prizes involved...
Posted by: Lani
at May 23, 2006 8:10 PM
Fish, honey, No.
I understand pushing the fashion envelope, really, I do. But, child of grace, this has apercut written all over it!!
Now, quietly step away from the red pants.
Posted by: Chelle at May 23, 2006 10:29 PM
He looks like a mascot for my old HS (our colors were maroon and gold)...where's the dragon head?
Posted by: Jen at May 24, 2006 7:01 AM
You know, I was just sighing over the fact that my hubby wears either BDUs (to work) or jeans & T-shirts. Thanks so much, Fish, for showing me that it could be worse.
And really, anyone who has the guts to wear that in public has my admiration. :)
Posted by: Darla at May 24, 2006 9:14 AM
Do I see a future contestant for Queer Eye? He's a cutie but I still shudder at the outfit. If he ditches it, will he get the metal detector?
Posted by: Terri at May 24, 2006 9:33 AM
Honestly? I think you're all too uptight. I'm not the world's most fashion-savvy girl, but I don't want to be either. I think if he likes it, he'll feel good in it and he should wear it.
Fashion has way too many 'rules' that change way too often. Wear what you like and ignore the narrow-minded naysayers Fish. (although you do have to live with your wife and if she hates it.... )
Personally, I've always hated going to Christmas parties and every women there is in BLACK. Is that the only color we have to wear out? How boring and what a shame.
Posted by: Helen at May 24, 2006 1:26 PM
Fish, you are obviously a Netherlander at heart. All the guys over here wear red/orange/yellow pants. Sometimes with checks or stripes on. But then again, the mullet hair do is very popular here, too...
Michelle, who this time is definitely with Lani :-)
Posted by: Michelle C at May 24, 2006 2:03 PM
I read this blog every week and although I adore it, I never thought I would post anything myself. However, right now I feel strongly compelled.
I examined the photo of Fish for a long time. I thought of how fashion can be art, (I live in Manhattan so I see fashion of every kind on a daily basis.) I thought of how diverse and eclectic good fashion can sometimes be. It is possible to dress outside the box, so to speak, and get away with it. Sometimes.
I really tried to picture Fish's "outfit" in many different contexts, and I really tried to keep an open mind. And I am sorry, but that outfit is unacceptable. It is just unacceptable, under all circumstances.
As a side note, I feel more empowered after reading this entry; like I have not just a right, but a duty to step in now and put an end to the sandals with socks and the swim shorts worn as regular shorts. (He will walk to the store in swim trunks on the streets of New York City! How embarrassing is that?!) And it reflects on me! It's time I put a stop to it!
Thank you!!!
Posted by: Samantha at May 24, 2006 9:25 PM
About 10 years ago I went with my husband to a work barbecue (his work, thankfully, not mine). He got changed to play Rounders and came out wearing cycling shorts with no underwear. *shudder* People still talk about it.
And Fish? Just no. You look like an inverted Rupert the Bear (do you have Rupert over there?).
Posted by: Keris at May 25, 2006 8:42 AM
He looks like a crazed Florida State University Alumnus. And not in a good way. (And that's considering that's my alma mater...)
In and of themselves, each component is okay. Together? NSM.
Posted by: Barb at May 26, 2006 12:19 PM
Okay, I can't resist the urge to chime back in again, this is way to funny! So far we have 3 maroon and gold alma mater's, looking at him makes me feel like a teenager again too. And the figure of speech, "not in a good way," is becoming abundantly redundant here! I'm also here to help Lani out with a certain word she's looking for. I know the word so I can't play but I'll give you all a hint...it starts and ends with a "p."
p.s. So Helen, are you saying that you don't have at least six pairs of black shoes to go with the three black dresses that only you can tell are different from one another?
Posted by: Monica at May 27, 2006 12:03 PM
Lani, Monica--would that word be 'pimp'?
Posted by: Christina at May 27, 2006 12:20 PM
AAAAHHHHHH-- That's IT!! He looks like HUGGY BEAR!!!!!!
Posted by: Barb at May 28, 2006 11:12 AM
LOL Monica, that would be correct. Do I lose my card carrying status as a female now? I don't have a lot of black things and I love my neon green tennis shoes. :-) I do have a lot of shoes and a lot of clothes, but they're all in color. LOL
I just turned 35 and I'm determined to throw rules out the window. Why shouldn't I like me the way I am? My boys (5 & 3 yrs old) do.
Posted by: Helen at May 29, 2006 12:39 AM
Christina!!!!! Ding, ding, ding, you are a WINNER!!!! I can't believe I didn't see this comment until now!!!! Yes, the secret word is PIMP, and you are the proud winner of a personally signed copy of THE COMEBACK KISS! Email me at lani at literarychicks.com to claim your prize! Wooo hoooooo!
Posted by: Lani
at June 2, 2006 8:18 AM
My snarkiness is finally paying off. Thanks Lani!!! And thanks to you too Fish--couldn't have done it without you. ;)
Posted by: Christina at June 2, 2006 4:32 PM


