All that talk about favorite colors in my last post got me thinking about my father. Growing up, whenever we kids asked him what he wanted for Christmas or his birthday, he always answered, "world peace"; whenever we asked him his favorite color, he answered, "plaid." Needless to say, this meant that he ended up opening a lot of long, thin boxes containing plaid neckties every Christmas.
We all feigned annoyance with my father for not ever revealing one favorite color, but I think we actually loved it. My dad wore plaid nearly every day, whether on a pair of Bermuda shorts, or a tweedy jacket, a narrow plaid band around a porkpie hat, or, of course, a plaid flannel work shirt. He didn't discriminate, except for pastels. I don't recall seeing him in any green & pink plaid during the preppie 80's. That was definitely not his style. All others were welcome, and in the 70's he was often known to sport a few different plaids in a single outfit. He was a handsome guy, and he somehow always made it look charming.
I'm missing him tonight, so I went out hunting on the internet for some of the handsome and the pretty plaids on the web right now. I celebrate my dad for never settling on just one favorite color. Why bother when you can have 'em all?
From Luisa Beccaria via Perfect Bound
Eames Ottoman and Lounge Chair found at Apartment Therapy
Glen Plaid Lowball Glasses from Ralph Lauren
From Apartment Therapy
From LL Bean
This last one is a classic, of course--the LL Bean plaid shirt. Being a Frenchman from Maine who chopped his own wood and taught us all how to become pretty good shots with a bow and arrow, he wore a lot of shirts very much like this one. Today hipsters wear plaid ironically, in a geeky/cool way on their wellies or their glasses, but I'm still a sucker for un-ironic, straightforward, Stanley-thermos, wool-blanket plaid. When I was growing up in Maine, there was a terrible joke that boys used to tell: "What's the difference between a moose and a girl from Maine? Moose don't wear plaid shirts." Jerks! Boys can be so mean. I don't care, I still love plaid, and I love this memory of my dad's "favorite color."