Anyway, from continuing to push up the sleeves on my sweaters to rolling the bottoms of jeans that are too long (although I don't penny-roll anymore), I find that I tend to wear what I enjoy wearing more than following any type of fashion trend no matter how it makes Janelle roll her eyes. Should anyone believe that what I might be wearing at any given moment is fashionable, they can thank my wife, for I certainly didn't consciously make any fashion choice beyond matching (if I'm fortunate enough to accomplish that).
I've been informed that my penchant for wearing Hawaiian shirts and cargo shorts are signs that I have joined the middle-aged male social group and that I have chosen to wear their uniform. If such is the case, I do so proudly, not because of an sense of solidarity on my part, but because I find this particular combination comfortable, colorful, and practical. I have been accused of "thinking that outfit looks good," an affliction that many middle-aged men seem to suffer, and I am guilty as charged.
I like that the Hawaiian shirts create conversation. I get more compliments on my Hawaiian (or Hawaiian-esque) shirts than any of my other outfits (although I have been told that I look quite handsome in a suit). They also allow my skin to breathe well and don't feel constricting.
Cargo shorts, meanwhile, are my placeholder until someone finally decides to produce my million-dollar idea of the wallet-holster. While not as durable as denim jeans, they don't chafe as much. Most importantly, they have those invaluable cargo pockets which make carrying my wallet and phone in the summer much less of a strain on my lower spine whenever I sit.
Now that the weather here has warmed, I'm glad that I can finally bring out my favorite fashion and enjoy going around both home and town in comfort and style (my style, that is).