"Every Girl's Crazy 'Bout A Sharp-Dressed Man"

For someone like me who is of the, shall we say, larger persuasion, clothes shopping can be an exercise in frustration and humiliation. It's either difficult to find clothes in my size (if it's big enough for my torso, the arms are often too short on a shirt...as though I'm some rolly-polly with stub arms or somesuch) or difficult to find something worth wearing. The only thing I can figure out is that clothing designers must believe that, once people reach a certain weight, they lose the ability to discern between what looks good and what looks like crap. "Fashion" isn't something they've really considered for big guys.

This mostly applies to shirts, which are almost uniformly awful. The colors, the patterns...you'd think that all fat people are blind (or at least color blind). That's why I tend to wear t-shirts that're just a solid color (gray or black for preference). Dress shirts are almost as bad. Finding a dress shirt in my size isn't difficult, but finding a nice one in my size is. I searched last week for a new dress shirt for half an hour, and anything that looked halfway decent or interesting didn't come in my size.

Suffice to say, I'm not a big fan of shopping for clothes. That just makes it all the more frustrating that I'll have to go buy new clothes before the school year starts, as all of my work pants bit the dust at the end of the year (considering I'd been wearing them pretty much constantly for three years, I'd say they served their time).

~chuck

Song of the Moment: Don Henley, "Dirty Laundry"