My man is kinda into fashion. OK - he's probably only into fashion because I make him be, but he's a pretty stylish guy all on his own. But (not so much a negative "but" but just a "but" in general) he wears his chucks all the time. And I mean ALL THE TIME!
I don't really have a problem with them, but sometimes I want him to change it up. Throw on those boots (uh-hum, we need to get our money out of those babies) or those wing-tips. I want to see a little polish now and then . . . please!
But he is a musician, and everybody knows chucks (and pearl snaps) are the "official" uniform of a musician.
I guess I can't blame him too much. I pick my favorites too and wear them to death. (I'm sure the hubs would like to see me wear those 56 million dresses hanging in my closet a little more often than once a year.)
And looky looky, all the dudes decided to play matchy matchy with their shoes this weekend. Oh wait . . . they were all musicians. Go figure!