When I was a little girl I actually believed that the guys on tv and print picked out their own clothes, and made themselves look amazing. Then, I grew up. I taught more than one boyfriend that it didn't matter how much you liked something, stripes and plaids just didn't go together, and fluorescent yellowy green goes with nothing, even if it is your favorite color.
Then I moved in with the King. I was dismayed the first time I opened his closet and found one short sleeved shirt, in a multitude of colors and one long sleeved shirt, also in a multitude of colors and prints. I had no idea anyone let this sort of thing happen, let alone brought the spoils of it home and hung it up like trophies.
I ignored it at first, then, attempted to sway him to my way of thinking. He was having none of it, and if it wasn't something like he previously owned, wasn't even going to try it on. Then, I just gave up. I would just roll my eyes at some of the things he would come up with, and shrug when he would complain about his lack of nice things to wear.
Then one day he caught on to the idea of honoring the person you're with by looking nice. Granted, the King was nearly 40 by this time, but in the end I wore him down. He no longer wears the same shirt in 10 colors, or pants in two colors with only three pair of shoes (brown & black dress shoes and sneakers). The two minions have caught on already just by example, and the youngest, when he manages to match things up is a pretty snazzy dresser all on his own.
So, this week instead of seeing my outfit, you get to see my men folk. From the tall to the small, I threw together a few outfits based on a uniform of sorts. The simpler you can keep it, the easier it is for your guys to dress themselves. Ironing, well, that's another story.
| Minion #1 (sporting the faux hawk and brooding look) |
| Minion #2 (rarely seen without a hat) |
| The King, surveying his domain |
| The court jesters hamming it up |

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