My oldest son despairs of my taste in clothes.
My wife does.
They are right: I have almost no interest in clothes. There is almost nothing wrong in my view with old jeans and the first t shirt grabbed from a wardrobe. I reckon that my clothes budget for a year is less than £100; maybe much less.
I am blessed with a brother in law that wears designer jeans: when he is fed up of them, I get them (and I say ‘Does it depress you that your old fat brother in law can wear your jeans?’ I don’t add ‘you loser’ as he is bigger and stronger than me.). I am blessed with a mother in law who scours the Marks and Spencers & markets of Manchester to find decent clothes for me that come as Christmas or Birthday presents.
Mind you, my friends do say: ‘What do you call that look: Man from Oxfam?’ or say ‘I can see who has been at the bags outside the MIND shop’.
Some of it is a genuine ‘can’t be bothered’. Some of it is definitely reverse snobbery: I live in an enclave of the expensively attired & designer labelled. There is no way I can keep up so I stopped trying & flaunt my shabbiness.
I perhaps exaggerate, but maybe Lent is a time to stop buying and be thankful or even buy differently: buy one item of quality as opposed to several cheap items to make you feel better.
Maybe I do need a new suit though….