Frazz by Jef Mallett for December 10, 2020

Wait a couple of years and sell them as antiques.

I’ve given up on buying my shirts. Spouse has taste and I simply don’t care. I do buy my pants (two per year), sox and unders… Maybe I’m the target of that joke after all… Hmm.

A little of both possibilities maybe. My style sense went out with the tide.

Hey! Disco shirts will be back in style. Just you wait a see.

I can see why Frazz loves Ms Plainwell, she really is a sweetie pie!

Sadly some of things things I could have sold a few years ago have dropped in value now that I have the time to post them.

It’s not just guys that find little sense in the $$$ of fashion support … plus we’ve already covered the chance that all upgrades are improvements.

I still wear some LLBean shirts that must be 20-25 years old and still have more fabric in them than the latest offerings.

Somebody has to by those bolo ties.

My husband has 2 suit jackets for a wedding or a funeral. Otherwise casual clothes. Oh, yeah, couple serious shirt and tie combos for family Photo and that’s it.

A General Guy Joke.

There’s an aura that clings to some favorite things that automatically removes them from the garage sale category. They were specially chosen or gifts, gave and still give good service, so selling brings regret. At our ages, who needs more regret?

We began cooking together in ‘62 and we still use many of our original kitchen pots and pans. They still perform as expected and come naturally to the hand. A favorite coat still gives the warmth of a hug and my fedoras still cover better than any one size for all baseball beanie. Those feelings can’t be replaced once gone.

Gen. Guy! Yes, sir!

We doing a cleanup for a friend who lost both his parents. Found quit a bit of stuff with tags on them, and 20 bags of wool

It’s more that as we men age, we don’t give a $#!* what other people think and dress as we are comfortable. I see NOTHING wrong with that. We’ve earned it. ;-)

I never claimed to have any fashion sense. I’m also colorblind…or, if you prefer, I’m chromatically challenged and fashion impaired.

My mother had great fashion sense, and both my father and I happily left all the sartorial decisions to her. For many years, while I was working for a great metropolitan bank, when my birthday approached, she’d go with me to a clothing store and purchase a suit or two. along with a couple of shirts and ties to coordinate. Not long after her death (ghods, has it been 20 years now?), they relaxed the dress code in my department, so I still have many of those suits and wear them when the occasion calls for it.

I consider myself fortunate. Most people’s mothers only provide them with one birthday suit.

I retired several years ago. Now on those rare occasions when dressing business casual would be appropriate, I pull out my work duds and exclaim in horror, “I can’t believe I wore these rags!”

Looks was never going to be my selling point in life – so I try and buy clothes that are stylistically neutral, fit reasonably well and are comfortable. Since I am something of an a-typical size sometimes it still makes them expensive, but for the most part keeps me out of such conversations or on social media from people trying to take a picture of me as an example.

Have heard of a response to “When I am an old woman, I will wear purple”: “When I am an old man, I will wear mixed plaids.”

Stuff becomes “vintage” and sought-after more quickly nowadays…somebody will want whatever you’re selling if it’s in good shape.

I wore a black leather jacket today that belonged to my grandfather back in the 90’s.

I have not the foggiest idea kid.