The Bay and Sears were having massive suit sales, so I bought a couple this weekend. Bit of a hit on the wallet. One I need for the Boat's formal nights. Black suit, not a tux, but I can get away with it. The other is a lighter suit for the summer.
Problem is that the black suit is 100% wool. While that's ideal, I wear through pure wool suits in no time. Walking to and from work, the rub count isn't high enough, and the crotch gets worn out in a matter of months. Thus -- I now have a special occasion suit, which I suppose I should again.
The lighter suit isn't as good, but it's a work suit for summer, and is a wool/poly blend. Hopefully it lasts a bit longer than just pure wool. The grey suit I have now has lasted forever, and isn't wearing -- it's just that people have seen me in it every single day for a year now.
But the process of suit shopping itself is simply dreadful. I love shopping, absolutely, but suit shopping is something of a trip to the dentist. Good to have done, but a lousy process to go through.
Also odd to be spending this kind of money on what are essentially work clothes. Not that they were that expensive, and certainly not what I would buy had I had better money, but it's still a hit. Last week, we were walking through the mall of my high school years, and went into the men's store there. It had totally been reno'ed, all casual stuff, except there was a luxury section in the back. The saleslady was putting me into $1,300 suits which admittedly looked great, but -- yeah, that's not gonna happen.
And they're work clothes. How good do I need to look for work? The public never sees me. At all.
Also strange that since I'm in suits for work, and jeans and a t-shirt at home, I have absolutely nothing in the way of good casual clothes, like dinner party clothes or something. That range -- which everybody else my age has -- simply does not exist.
So yeah. Suits bought. I think I might have to buy a couple of new shirts (easily done), and check the status of my bow tie collection. That's been a while. Bow ties on portly gents don't really work. Although I wouldn't mind doing the formal dinners in a long tie, looking like a Reservoir Dog, I suppose there would be a couple of English eyebrows arched at it.