In fact, I'm realizing now that I failed to mention him, in addition to my awesome mom, as an inspiration for this blog. My dad was a pretty stylin' guy back in the day. In his later years he was infamous for his perfectly coifed pompadore and a meticulously ironed shirt (usually of the Tommy Bahama variety- he was all about leisure) that was double-tucked in both pants and underpants for an extra-secure tuck.
He was a bigger risk-taker in his youth. The pompadore was preceeded by an even more infamous whifro that he brazenly accompanied with platforms, checkered bell-bottoms and the occasional overall. I'm sure he looked pretty slick when he was bumpin' the Doobie Brothers from his '69 Stingray. No wonder CB couldn't resist.
My parents had a really happy marriage. I know there were several factors that went into that and this may sound insignificant, but one of them just may have been the fact that my dad loved to shop, or should I say, watching my mom, my sister and I shop (often). We'd get to the mall and he would head to his leisure wear department to do some heavy browsing and light purchasing (he always found something), then he'd pick up a caramel macchiato and park himself outside the ladies dressing room as we putzed around for what was often a very extended amount of time, intermittently popping out to get the male perspective.
His insights were not always off-the-mark. I had this one pair of mules, circa 2000, with a funky heel and a rounded toe that I wore to their death and my dad never did like them. "Daisy Duck Shoes" was the term he used. I stumbled upon a photo of myself in them the other day, and maybe it's all the Mickey Mouse Clubhouse I've been subjected to lately, but I finally realized, he had nailed it. They looked exactly like daisy duck's shoes.
So, here's a belated shot out to my incredible dad. He was, according to just about everyone he knew, the coolest.
Can you believe the shoes???
...Pompadore- the early years. One haute couple.
We miss you dad. xoxoxo