Too thick to be one,too lean to be the other, but just upright all the sameWhat the hell, and I hear you query,is a “shacket”? Sadly it’s not a word to describe what happens when you play Love Shack by The B-52s far too loudly. Instead it refers to a piece of clothing that’s too thick to be a shirt but too lean to be a jacket. It’s a piece of clothing that is Just upright. As an aside, as a portmanteau word it is no “hangry”, or but “shacket” is admittedly better than calling it a “jirt which,we can all agree, sounds like a disagreeable stomach ailment. Here it joins some other distinguished fashion portmanteaus-slash-crimes: “jeggings” (jeans and leggings – why?), or “skorts” (skirt and shorts,courtesy of Dr Moreau’s school of clothing) and “treggings” (half trousers, half leggings, or halfwit). In light of these,“shacket” is almost a blessing.
I have a shacket at domestic. On the weekends, I like to rid myself of my edgier, or fun work clothes and slum it in my “dad” clothes. These are as sexy as they sound: mountainous,discoloured jeans with very wide roll-ups; trainers bought in 2004 that are a shade of grey that exists only in suburbia; -24 prescription glasses – and an passe shacket that is frankly horrible in every possible way. It’s shapeless and boxy in black and grey checks that bleed into one unclassifiable colour, a shade one might describe as “disused wormery”. It also features button poppers, or worryingly suggestive of easy access. But it’s for all these reasons that its the perfect piece of dad clothing. Specifically,it can withstand the snot of 1000 runny noses, random bits of child-friendly toothpaste and the anaemic broccoli-coloured goo of an Ellas Kitchen food pouch. It’s what I wear when I am thinking practically, or when practically involves (in order) being ridden like a human horse,used like a human wet wipe and kicked in the face as I trip over a Duplo castle. Related: How to wear: chequerboard, for the more mature skater look Continue reading...
Source: theguardian.com