This morning I asked my wife if she’d checked out the magnum opus I wrote about suits yesterday.
“Most of it,” she said, as she was busy getting ready to go to playgroup with Archie, before she continued, “You know I fell in love with you when you started wearing those suits?”
That was news to me. Good looks and charm, maybe? I asked for a bit of clarity.
“Once you stopped wearing that godawful rubbish, that’s when I began to notice you!”
My best man Tom quipped in his speech that my fashion sense famously extended to an annual trip to GAP where I’d buy five shirts, two jumpers and some jeans. Highly accurate when I think back.
So there you have it. Suits maketh the man.
Or, perhaps more accurately in my case, smart suits maketh the man look decent enough to attract a wife!
