My middle child is my wild child when it comes to fashion. (Not to be confused with my youngest, who has an addiction to orange and dirt.) He's always had his own special devil-may-care attitude with his "look." And make no mistake, he has got The Look, capitalized in all its glory. Believe me, Prince wasn't singing about Sheena Easton. Nope, that song was written in awe of Justin. He wears what he wants and how he wants, and he couldn't give a fig what anyone thinks. Did I mention it also ALWAYS works for him? Always. The kid can wear a fedora like Michael Jackson only dreamed of. He's been known to sport a monacle a time or two. He's created his own duct tape baseball caps and believe me, they are fantastic. He can wear skinny jeans, baggy jeans, layers, flannels, cardigans, tees, and hoodies. He owns shoes that are both electric blue and spastic orange, and somehow they match everything. He has in fact worn the spastic orange shoes to a band concert where the required attire was specifically black on black with black and black, and there was my son bending, but never conforming to tradition. He's Duckie Dale with none of the androgny and all of the originality. He's got a t-shirt collection with sayings I shouldn't admit to allowing, but they're so funny that, as usual, he gets away with it.
Knowing all this, it is with 100% confidence that I predict that when he attends his school's semi-formal dance tomorrow night (of which he just informed me, stating his friend is forcing him to go and bought him a ticket to make it happen), he will undoubtedly be the fanciest dressed one there as I seriously doubt many other 8th grade boys own their own tuxedo......T-shirt, that is. In fact, he has two, so I guess which one makes the cut will depend on his mood: Black tie or Irish green. At least there are no rental fees involved with this kid (unless he figures out a way to rent a top hat and cane, which I wouldn't doubt for one minute.) I may have to skip buying pictures from my oldest's prom the next night to make sure I've got Justin's verve preserved for eternal posterity.
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