What an interesting thread. My DS is very picky about his clothing, but not sylish in any way. He wears only certain colors so he doesn't stand out. He will not wear most stripes. Plaid or certain patterns. He is also picky about collars, and doesn't like buttons on his shirts! It doesn't leave much except solid color tees, jeans and slacks. I recently took him shopping for a suit. I was surprised that when he saw how good it looked he decided to get not only one, but two. He ventured into a brighter colored button down also. Maybe some maternal influence is starting to take hold? He also bought a snazzy pair of Oxfords. My DH is hopeless. He's a college professor in and institute where everyone wears sneakers, jeans and tees every day, and so does he. In the summer he switches to cargo shorts. My DH has two suits. He wears the trousers when he needs to dress up. They are sentimental. My BIL took him shopping because he couldn't stand how poorly my DH dressed, and they purchased them. That was more than 15 years ago. My BIL died two years ago, a young man whose life ended too soon. My DH cannot bear to part with them now.
My DD definitely has style, and started at a young age. She has impeccable taste, and her sense of color is outstanding. She is a walking piece of art. She often dresses to match the most recent painting she is working on, or maybe her clothing inspires her painting?!
I need to mention two more people, maybe a few more. The first is my Dear Aunt, who died earlier this week. She was actually my style icon and role model in many ways. I would love to say that person was my mother, but it wasn't. Not that my mother isn't stylish, afterall, my mom is the one who used to dress the entire family in matching outfits! Mom is always dressed nicely. My aunt however had something extra that my mother doesn't. My aunt was always polished, elegant, and she made choices that were in keeping to her, not necessarily with what was current. Not that she wasn't up to date, she was. It was just that she had an eye for what worked well for her, and my mother could be a fashion victim (sorry mom, I do love you though!). As my cousins and I were sitting around together remembering my aunt, one of the things we talked about is how she looked great, no matter what the circumstance. Her hair and make-up were always impeccable. She loved to shop and would go to Loehmans and spend hours hunting for things. She was generous and would find things for everyone. She would bring home bags for my cousins, and when I lived in the same city, I would also receive things. She was always put together. She embraced color, and could wear color like no one else I know except my DD. My dear aunt was, in my eyes Perfection; graceful, warm and friendly, kind hearted, funny, curious, very smart, and a role model of positive thinking, how to deal with life and it's bumps, and most certainly my style icon in every sense.
Of my two female first cousins, one is very much like their mother ( my aunt) in personal style and fashion sense, the other one, not so much. However, they both have unique style sense that they stick to consistently.
My brother and my father always look great. My father knows how to dress. He was a lawyer until he retired last year at age 78. He always picks his clothes carefully. He has excellent taste. My brother also. I have never seen either one of them look sloppy. It's interesting that my DH dresses so sloppily, because his sisters, and both his parents do/did not. His father is very preoccupied with looking good, and asks for opinions about his fashion selections, I think my DH picks up his casual slob style from his work environment. My son has been my husbands twin.
Farley, enjoys being groomed. He is always happy when he sees the comb out. He sprints around the room, jumps over furniture and acts much younger than his 12 years of age. He tires himself out the poor guy! He will not however wear his snow boots. He also hates it when we wear gloves. He has a very strong opinion about them. He grabs them off our hands all the time and if we aren't quick enough he swallows them in one gulp. The first time he did it, my daughter was on her way down the driveway to the school bus. I was watching out our window. Farley was running around in the yard. He ran up to her from behind so she didn't see him. He grabbed the glove off her hand before she could react. He ran off and swallowed it hole. She somehow stayed calm and continued to get on the bus with no glove. When I called the vet they didn't believe me until they did the X-Ray an hour later. Silly Farley has done this multiple times, so we are careful to keep our hands with gloves away from him. He also enjoys socks in the same way, although he is more likely to steal them from the laundry room, or from the floor if someone (my DS or DD) leaves them laying there. (See Rachys sock thread).
