Sartorial elegance is not one of my strong points. I’d wear jeans every day to work if it were allowed. I mean, I don’t have to impress anyone. So I wear jeans on “Casual Friday” and khaki trousers the rest of the week.
Saturday I was in my closet and I saw my suit hanging there. “I wonder if this fits?” though I. I tried on the jacket, and it did (although it was a little loose). I decided to wear it today, just for kicks. It’s a dark charcoal-grey number. I put on a nice darkish-blue Italian-made shirt and a tie my sister gave me as a Christmas present a couple of years ago. I looked smashing! (Especially with my new buzz-cut.) I did have to walk over to the mall to buy a new belt because I’ve lost some weight and my belt had run out of holes.
“Do you have a job interview?” “Are you giving a presentation at the meeting?” “Are you going to a wedding/funeral today?” “Did you wear a suit for voting in the election?” “That’s a nice suit!” (“Thanks. My father was buried in it.”)
At the end of the day I finally admitted it. I just wore it to get a reaction.