What a wonderful thread. I've been laughing and smiling and brushing away tears by turns. Krishnadoux, what an amazing dream! Love it! LisaP, that photo never fails to make me smile -- your dad embodies a certain kind of athletic youthfulness.
My father died in 2010, at the age of 85. At work, he wore a lab coat, usually over a grey or blue suit, or (in the 70s) a brown one --- although my mother hated him in brown and went on a campaign to eliminate all ties and shirts that went with that suit so he would have nothing to wear with it! She was right, too -- his colouring was very cool, like mine, and he looked far better in blues and greys.
He grew up poor in the Depression. In later years he could have afforded expensive clothing, but his suits were always off-the-rack from mid-range Canadian retailers. Was this because he'd grown up wearing hand-made suits and thought nothing could compare with those? (His mother was a seamstress.) Or was it just an example of his frugality? I don't know. His shoes were another matter; he always had a weakness for fine Italian loafers and would pay for those, as well as for leather jackets, of which he had quite a collection over the years. From late middle age onward, he always wore some type of hat -- a golf cap in summer or a small fedora.
On weekends and after a retirement he favoured corduroy shirts in winter (he ran cold while my mother ran hot); and in summer he would wear short sleeved button fronts. I never saw him in a tee shirt in my life, though he did come to love stretchy pajamas.