“Attractive Hawaiian shirt” is an oxymoron. On Saturday, I was hoodwinked into accepting the purchase of a new Hawaiian shirt to add to the already existing assortment of bad Hawaiian shirts in my husband’s wardrobe. We were in Chicago this past weekend, and the only shopping I did was for an hour in one of my favorite bargain-hunting spots, Nordstrom Rack. I suppose I only have myself to blame for leaving Chris with too much time on his hands as I perused the overflowing racks of clothing and shoes.
As I was almost finished looking and ready to go try on a few things, Chris came up to me holding two shirts - - one was the Hawaiian shirt, the other a hideous short-sleeved red and blue plaid number that practically screamed “tourist dad.” The look on my face had to have said it all as I looked at him. He asked, “which one do you like better?” to which I answered, “neither.”
He persisted, saying, “but if you had to pick one, which would it be?” I told him that the plaid number was horrible – even worse than most of the plaid shirts he usually latches onto (have I ever mentioned that I really dislike most short-sleeved plaid shirts?) By default, I had unknowingly just selected the Hawaiian shirt to accompany us home. After the purchases were complete that day, I looked at the receipt and saw he had paid $45 for the shirt. “You paid $45 for that shirt?!” I asked in disbelief. Chris then proudly informed me that it was a Tommy Bahama shirt and retailed for $90 - - - as though somehow the fact that it was a good brand name shirt made up for the fact that it was still an ugly Hawaiian print shirt.
I never win these arguments about these loud Hawaiian shirts, so I don’t even know why I bother anymore. I asked him if he fancied himself like Magnum P.I., but he reminded me that he didn’t have a Ferrari in the garage, as well as the fact that he lacked a mustache. I should know better - - Chris comes by this unnatural fascination with Hawaiian shirts honestly, as in, the apple didn’t fall far from the tree. If you want to check out another collection of Hawaiian shirts, you have to only take a gander into his dad’s closet.
As I was almost finished looking and ready to go try on a few things, Chris came up to me holding two shirts - - one was the Hawaiian shirt, the other a hideous short-sleeved red and blue plaid number that practically screamed “tourist dad.” The look on my face had to have said it all as I looked at him. He asked, “which one do you like better?” to which I answered, “neither.”
He persisted, saying, “but if you had to pick one, which would it be?” I told him that the plaid number was horrible – even worse than most of the plaid shirts he usually latches onto (have I ever mentioned that I really dislike most short-sleeved plaid shirts?) By default, I had unknowingly just selected the Hawaiian shirt to accompany us home. After the purchases were complete that day, I looked at the receipt and saw he had paid $45 for the shirt. “You paid $45 for that shirt?!” I asked in disbelief. Chris then proudly informed me that it was a Tommy Bahama shirt and retailed for $90 - - - as though somehow the fact that it was a good brand name shirt made up for the fact that it was still an ugly Hawaiian print shirt.
I never win these arguments about these loud Hawaiian shirts, so I don’t even know why I bother anymore. I asked him if he fancied himself like Magnum P.I., but he reminded me that he didn’t have a Ferrari in the garage, as well as the fact that he lacked a mustache. I should know better - - Chris comes by this unnatural fascination with Hawaiian shirts honestly, as in, the apple didn’t fall far from the tree. If you want to check out another collection of Hawaiian shirts, you have to only take a gander into his dad’s closet.
8 comments:
It is becoming increasingly apparent to all that know you and your husband that he has much better fashion sense than you, now, let's talk about that Ferrari......
That's hilarious. I don't think I'd let Dan out of the house in one of those. Somehow though, on Chris it works. He can pull off the look.
Kitty - - Oh stop. . .he needs NO encouragement!!
My parents are in Hawaii right now, should I call them and ask them to bring him back the real thing??
Chris would be THRILLED!! Let's not mention it to him, shall we?
Kitty, I wear a large, something in a nice bright red would be great.
aarrrggghhhhh!!!
Thats a classic design, your husband should wear it with a big smile.
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