“I like your zebras!” a guy called out as I strolled down the sidewalk a few weeks ago. Men don’t usually shout out compliments on my clothes, so this put some spring in my step, especially since I had just purchased my zebra top.
But actually, I don’t dress for men these days. Nope. I dress for one man, a small one, my grandson Mazen.
At age one, Maze was intrigued with chickens. “Buck, buck!” (for “cluck, cluck”) was one of his first words. He knew a chicken when he saw one, and one day spotted two of them on my Friend for the Ride t-shirt ( which features Cliff’s childhood egg cups).
That spurred me on. I’ve added bumblebees, zebras, lion, and giraffes to my wardrobe. I never knew dressing for a man could be this fun.
And since I have daughters (and because Cliff refuses to let me pick out his clothes), I never knew shopping for a man could be this fun! I look for animals and trucks/cars/trackers in 4 T. The shark shirt below was the hit of the summer.
Speaking of dressing for men, my gut says I’ve mostly dressed for other women over the years. Women seem to be the ones to notice clothes and compliment them. But I must say, when a man says something pleasant about my outfit, I take extra note. What about you? Do you dress for yourself? Other women? Men?
Check out this article, which says that few women really dress for men, since to a man, the less clothes on a woman the better. Any men out there? Agree?