When my son was a little boy, I bought him lots of adorable clothes. Sweet little striped t-shirts, denim overalls, teeny-tiny high-top sneakers, and little zip-up jackets that made him look so cute that I could barely stand it.
That doesn’t happen anymore. But I suppose that makes sense, since he IS 20 years old.
My son’s wardrobe has been a longtime thorn in my side. As with many young men/overgrown boys his age, he has chosen, over the past, oh, I don’t know, 8 years or so, to wear this nearly every day:
- basketball shorts
- solid colored t-shirts from the 3 for $10 store
- running shoes or worn out Topsiders
- a hooded pullover sweatshirt on cooler days
- the occasional pair of Levis
Since he’s been living at home this semester, I have on many (hundreds of) occasions commented that, maybe, just maybe, he would look a little more, well, adult if he wore something that was a little more…adult.
Needless to say, he didn’t care to listen to what I had to say – until he discovered Kohl’s.
It was as if the fashion gods had opened a window to the possibility of looking like a grown man. Suddenly, my son, who bought those 3 for $10 t-shirts (they’re pretty well-made, to be honest) by the dozen every few months and called it a wardrobe, found his inner fashionista – fashionisto? Collared shirts, button downs, sweaters, even a beautiful coat. Color me shocked.
But wait! It doesn’t stop there. Next, he ventured into Nordstrom Rack – and oh my, the shoes. Who knew? He was finding his footing (bah-dum-dum).
I had bought him a pair of (wait for it) Hudson jeans a couple of weeks ago, and I am happy to report that he likes them. And wears them. And there are a couple of pairs of cords that he’s wearing, too. And shorts…that aren’t made of nylon.
Day-um, that boy is looking good.
Is he doing this because we nagged him and hassled him and made him change his clothes before we went out for dinner more than once? I don’t think so.
I think he’s just growing up.
Buh-bye, basketball shorts. Your time has passed.