When I was a teen, I lived in flannel, overalls, and combat boots and my dad called me “farmer Sal.” AND YET he always trusted me to pick out sweaters and shirts for him when he needed to do a shopping run at Marshall Fields.* But even without my guidance, my dad was always a sharp-dressed man. His recent penchant for Hawaiian shirts is a little alarming to me, but I feel that, overall, he’s got great taste.
It’s Father’s Day! How fashionable is YOUR dad?