So, I got this idea stuck in my head: become a “fashion business man”. Sounds straightforward, maybe a bit silly, but yeah, that was the goal.
Thought it would be easy. Just buy a suit, right? Man, was I wrong. Stepped into one of those fancy stores, looked at the price tags, and walked right back out. Seriously, who pays that much?
Okay, plan B. Started digging online. So much advice, half of it contradicting the other half. “Wear this color!” “No, never wear that color!” “Slim fit is key!” “Classic fit is timeless!” My head was spinning.
The Actual Grind
Alright, boots on the ground time. Hit the outlets first. Found a blazer that looked okay on the hanger, but when I put it on? Felt like I was wearing my dad’s old jacket. Not the look I was going for.
Then I tried the thrift stores. Spent hours sifting through racks. Found some decent shirts, actually. But pants? Forget it. Nothing fit right. It was either too tight or way too baggy.
Focusing Up
Realized I was trying to do too much. Decided to simplify. Forget the full suit for now. What did I really need?
- A solid blazer that actually fits. Navy blue, maybe? Seems safe.
- A couple pairs of decent trousers. Chinos, maybe? Something not jeans.
- Good shirts. Plain colors. White, light blue. Easy.
- Shoes. This turned out to be important. My old sneakers weren’t cutting it.
Finding the blazer took forever. Went to like five different places. Finally found one that felt right in a mid-range store. Still cost more than I wanted, but it fit well off the rack.
Trousers were easier once I knew my size. Found some comfortable ones that didn’t look sloppy.
The shoes… ugh. Ended up spending a good chunk on a pair of simple leather dress shoes. Hurt the wallet, but gotta admit, they pull the look together.
Why Bother Though?
You might be thinking, “Why all this effort?” Fair question. Wasn’t trying to get on a magazine cover. Truth is, I just felt… stuck. Same old routine, same old look. Felt like I wasn’t presenting myself well, you know? Like people weren’t taking me seriously, maybe even I wasn’t taking myself seriously.
Had a couple of meetings lined up, bigger ones than usual. Didn’t want to feel like the odd one out in my usual faded hoodie. Needed a change. Needed to feel like I belonged in those rooms.
The Result?
So, did I magically transform into some high-flying fashion icon? Nah. Not even close. But I got a couple of outfits now that make me feel… capable. Put-together. Like I actually thought about how I look before leaving the house.
It’s weird, the clothes don’t give you superpowers. But putting in that effort, figuring out what works, it does something for your headspace. Stand up a bit straighter, you know?
Still figuring it out, honestly. Sometimes feels like I’m playing dress-up. But it’s a start. Feels better than doing nothing. Guess that’s the whole point.
