The good Lord knows I am more of a “Glamour Don’t” than a “Glamour Do” these days, but I think the only thing that annoys me more than the hideous hospital shirt is that metro-sexual aqua t-shirt underneath. The look, especially with the out of nowhere orange contrast binding at the neck, combined with the razor stubble goes a little beyond the “I don’t give a care how I look, take me for who I am” rebel and borders on “I’m just on furlough from rehab” or “I’ve just escaped from psychiatric facility”.
When I asked him why he was wearing the tacky hospital shirt in public, and not restricting it strictly to an around the house strictly as a nightie garb as it should be, he excitedly uddered “The pockets! Its got a pocket here, another one here and one on the inside, oh an one here” It really did have a lot of pockets. I can see how that would be useful if you are a guy. I know I would be lost without all the stuff in my purse.
So I have made a mental note to self that once I file my taxes and get my refund check, I am to head to the the nearest thrift store, pick up a few decent looking shirts and sew a boatload of coordinating or hidden pockets on them to give to him so I won’t have see or been seen with those shirts again.