i'm just work and play, or what may be called 'scruffs'. what's generally referred to as 'smart', i call sissy, and it was my mother's bane to get me to dress-up in fancy crap, when i was younger.
contrary as i am, it's only true that i look a bag o' shite in anything fancy. inwardly and outwardly, i'm rough and ready.
add to that my size: being stuck in early teen-sizedom pretty much limits you to school uniform, for 'smart' clothes, and the reason why i hate shopping for clothes. usually, i'll grab something off the rack as i see it. except for of late, i've not needed to upsize my attire (not since i was 12, anyway) and, with changing styles, i've manage to keep ahead of 'wearing until they're worn out'.
i had to buy some gear for my aunt's funeral, recently, and while i'd managed to find a not-too-bad top, my choice of pants was, too small or too big. i got the latter, naturally, for with modern cuts tending to be the 'hang halfway down the backside, showing your shitbox to the world' stylee, rather than with the waistband being fitted at the waist.
as you can see, if i were to dress smartly, i'd do it properly and not pander to the fads of idiots. but i'm not rich enough to do that :biggrin: