Zippers, Steak, or Chicken?
The rest of the weekend was pretty quiet. Mouse started a new job so, even over the weekend, she was busy with one thing or another. Still, we did have a pretty nice weekend until she had to head back home.
Nice being a relative term.
Her: I was looking through some of our chats and…we sound psychotic.
Me: What do you mean?
Her: Because in between texts, I guess we end up seeing or talking to each other. Like, one set of texts is like, “I hate you, I never want to talk to you ever again!” and the next is like, “Do you want steak or chicken for dinner?”
Me: Did we decide on steak of chicken?
A buddy of mine is looking to upgrade his wardrobe over Black Friday and I told him that, while I do have the occasional name-brand product, I almost never purchase anything based on names.
Instead, I look for (a) clothes that fit me well that are (b) made of quality materials. I told him that I figure out the latter through indicators of quality.
Stupidly simple, just like my three-step life algorithm, but you’d be surprised how many people mess this up too.
For example, whenever I buy clothes that have zippers on them, I look for YKK zippers. This is because YKK makes really, really good zippers that cost more than regular zippers.
So when I see two things that I like equally well, but one has a YKK zipper, I usually end up buying the YKK one.
See, I figure that, if a company cares enough to use higher quality zippers, they probably care about the details like stitching and fabric weave. It’s the little things that matter to me.
Cause it’s the little things that are indicators of quality.
Ditto for shoes. I look for full- or top-grain “leather uppers,” which are essentially real leather shoes, versus “man-made uppers,” which are basically plastic shoes. The brand rarely makes a difference to me.
My sneakers are almost always cloth so I can toss them in the washer on the reg. I can’t remember the last time I spent more than $30 for a pair of sneakers.
Someone just stopped me the other day to ask me where I got my powder blue ones from. I told him, honestly, on eBay.
The most expensive things I wear on the regular – I rarely wear my suits anymore – are my three no-name but bespoke leather jackets.
I picked the lining, the leather, and the color for alla them. Most importantly, for me, is that the sleeves and waist are tailored because I’ve got a pretty slim waist (pro) and short T-Rex arms (con).
And the one I like the most is my red one because it has white pick stitching.
Nobody notices this kinda stuff, but I do.
That’s the thing: As I get older, I find myself caring a lot less about things that other people notice and a lot more about things that I notice.
Man, I’m so bummed I ripped the sleeve on it.
Speaking of noticing things…
Me: Your hair is crazy!
Mouse: Yeah, it’s crazy like the 80s so it must remind you of your childhood.
Me: It kinda does.