The Finer Things in Life

Beep Beep Beep. I wake up every mourning to the noise, let out a sigh, and rip myself out of bed. We make a lot of important choices in the first few moments of our day. I do not know about you, but this scares me because I am not in a good mood in the mourning. I am sure many people can attest to this. I do not like to get out of bed, and I do not like people who make me get out of bed. However, I do love fashion, and in the mourning is when many of us make the seemingly unimportant decisions of what to wear. "Dress for success." What does that mean? I take this proverb very seriously. Some call it vanity, but I call it playing the part. There is nothing wrong with caring about how you present yourself. As a student, I am thankful for our dress code. It has kept me from growing up in a t-shirt, hoodie, and jeans. I remember one Christmas very well, when my dad asked me what I wanted for Christmas I said 5 suits and a navy blue blazer. Even though I never got the suits I still think that dressing for success is a noble cause. Some guys my age want cars, girls, and gadgets. I prefer the finer things, the classic peacoat, the shirt with French cuffs, satin lined jackets, the things that are made to last as long as you will. Most mornings I mope into a pair of jeans and polo, but when my head is square on my shoulders I suit up in my power outfits and rise to conquer the day. It is strange the power that cloths can have on you. Any man will tell you that as soon as you put on a double breasted coat, you feel like you are ready to join the navy, make a million, and get the girl all in a days work. So I prefer the finer things in life, quality over convenience. The only obstacles are fiscal and dormitory.