Fine, Dad, You Were Right: Fatherly Fashion

There comes a time in everyone's life, when they're forced to put aside their perpetual air of offspring-inherent stubborness, and admit to the fact that their parents were almost always right.

Today, I struggle with that admission.

Several months ago, I applied to write for the website, The Man Repeller.

My story idea was this: All of my current favorite trends were essentially stolen from my father's closet.

Even fishing hats, something I'd grown up abhorring, were coming down the runway at a staggering pace - disconcerting my every stubborn cell - reminding me that headgear, too, was entirely derivative my dad's deep forest aesthetic.

I never heard back, and deferred to the assumption that if not accepted, the basis for my story was untrue (god forbid I consider the small chance that maybe I'm not as hilarious as I think I am).
Maybe, I thought, I'd made up the connection for comic attention. Maybe the observation was wholly based on the fact that upon freakishly breaking my hip last summer and being rushed home without 1/90th of my wardrobe, I ended up defaulting to my father's sartorial stash.

Maybe there was no real correlation at all.

Then, I noted this father-like dressing observation in the comments section of one of the blog's posts about leg-warmer wool socks,
to which Leandra herself responded that I pursue the "...story! write it!".
Irony?
(no really, irony? I don't understand the definition.)
And only then, I realized that acceptance has nothing to do with actual truth, in only the way that first being accepted and then realizing how it had nothing to do with actual truth can do,

and revisited the fact that yes- my father was right.

So. annoyingly. right.

Likely due to this whole #normcore ('cause it's not a trend without a hashtag, right!!?) shebang rather than his innate rightness, I admit,
I'm still choosing to attribute my current mode of dressing to the man who raised me,
rather than whatever attempt at "Authenticity" the current fashion world might be plotting.

Thus, thank you, sir, for predicting the overwhelming prominence of . . .

1. Sleeveless Jackets (aka Vests).

Granted, his were of a slightly more fishing-oriented sort. Even so, the same safari-khaki-meets-resourceful-woodsman aesthetic rings true. And it's so good.

PS: oops to whining like-- a lot, when you suggested that I get one of my own.
You were so right, they are "very practical".
And have so many places for faux-minnow lures (!!!)

2. Olive green.

Specifically, olive green on olive green - a monochrome of the most mountainy sort.

I like to also refer to this color as "puke"- one which, notably, goes wonderfully with my ~~puke~~ olive-hued skin tone.

#regurgitationthemedskintones
let's get this trending!

3. Practical, ideally puke-colored, Socks.