Shirt Update, 2008
Today I’m sporting what is definitely one of the highest quality garments in my wardrobe: a two hundred dollar Brooks Brothers’ shirt.
I rarely spend more than five bucks on a shirt, which may explain why most of the homeless people I pass on my walk to work never ask me for change. Hell, sometimes they even offer me some of theirs. But I digress.
With this shirt, bought under duress in downtown Atlanta, where someone really needs to open an Old Navy, after my luggage was lost on a business trip and there was clearly no way in hell I could face my clients wearing the rags I wore on the plane, I’ve come to realize that you definitely do get what you pay for. For a mere two hunnies, the fabric, stitching, feel and fit are a class above inanimate object I’ve draped over my torso. Even the sleek buttons and pockets are noticeably better. We’ve become such a cheap nation over the years that most of us don’t appreciate what well-crafted product can be. My eyes have been opened, and eventually, I plan to have a small portion of my closet dedicated to the good stuff..
Today is Tuesday, which means cheap buffalo wings at BW3, and since I’m writing this shirt update after lunch you’ve probably already guessed that, thanks to an overzealous wing saucier and my own skillful eating, my favorite two hundred dollar shirt is now decorated with a nice orange spot of spicy garlic wing sauce. There goes another ten sawbucks.
Then again, I could just buy a 6-pack of crappy shirts and a butt load of wings next Tuesday…
I rarely spend more than five bucks on a shirt, which may explain why most of the homeless people I pass on my walk to work never ask me for change. Hell, sometimes they even offer me some of theirs. But I digress.
With this shirt, bought under duress in downtown Atlanta, where someone really needs to open an Old Navy, after my luggage was lost on a business trip and there was clearly no way in hell I could face my clients wearing the rags I wore on the plane, I’ve come to realize that you definitely do get what you pay for. For a mere two hunnies, the fabric, stitching, feel and fit are a class above inanimate object I’ve draped over my torso. Even the sleek buttons and pockets are noticeably better. We’ve become such a cheap nation over the years that most of us don’t appreciate what well-crafted product can be. My eyes have been opened, and eventually, I plan to have a small portion of my closet dedicated to the good stuff..
Today is Tuesday, which means cheap buffalo wings at BW3, and since I’m writing this shirt update after lunch you’ve probably already guessed that, thanks to an overzealous wing saucier and my own skillful eating, my favorite two hundred dollar shirt is now decorated with a nice orange spot of spicy garlic wing sauce. There goes another ten sawbucks.
Then again, I could just buy a 6-pack of crappy shirts and a butt load of wings next Tuesday…