When I was a young man, I paid a lot of attention to the latest styles and trends. In fact, when I was first starting to work and getting paid, I wore loose pleated pants, a stylish shirt with a paisley or colored floral print tie, and a leather jacket and looked like I just walked out of a Gap, Chess King or Structure store. You might even say that I looked pretty dapper for the time.
When I became a father, though, I paid less attention to those types of things. There’s always something that seems to be a higher priority. When the kids were young, I was worried about paying for the basics like diapers and baby wipes. When they got older, it was covering the cost of braces and later it turned into helping them pay for college.
Now, I still like to look nice, but rarely spend much on clothes. One thing has stayed consistent though in my dress: No flannel.
I don’t buy it, I never wear it. My son wears it all the time. He’s the hipster in the family. Of course, if I were honest, he looks good in anything that he wears. When it comes to me, though, I don’t like the look on me and, most important, flannel brings back a lot of memories — some good, some painful, but memories all the same.
While I stay away from flannel, I find myself often pulling out an old flannel shirt that used to belong to my father. The shirt serves as a great reminder to focus on the good in life. You can read more on the memories flannel brings back to me in my latest blog, Flannel and my father, on The Heart of the Matter blog site. While you’re checking out The Heart of The Matter, be sure to follow/subscribe to the site.
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