I have exactly one suit. Probably, the only one I’ll ever own.
It mostly just hangs in closets. Currently, in an upstairs bedroom at Angela’s mom’s house.
I believe we’ve successfully dated it to 1998. I must have bought it for a job interview, but I don’t remember wearing it to one.
It’s not particularly stylish and not particularly comfortable. It’s sort of an olive color and the fabric isn’t very inviting to touch. I’m sure I got a good deal on it.
There’s one shirt, one tie, one belt, and one pair of shoes to go with it. They all reside in that closet full time.
There is a small hole on the right shoulder on the jacket. I really don’t feel compelled to have it fixed. If anyone ever mentions it, I’ll just act surprised.
Any time I’ve worn it, people tell me how nice I look. But, I think it’s just such an uncommon sight that they’re compelled to comment. I don’t feel good in it. Besides, it’s rare that I would have reason to wear it.
Monday, I wore it.