One of the advantages to the “maybe” retired life as an impoverished author is my wardrobe has immensely simplified. Shorts and polo on most days or jeans and long-sleeve shirt on our occasional cold days (for us, that is).
Tomorrow, I am attending the wedding of my friend’s youngest daughter. I have nothing to wear.
I still have my business suits from my days in Corporate America. A blue pinstripe and a dark gray. The jackets will fit but I am pretty sure the tummy no longer easily fits into that 30 waist of five years ago. Maybe. If I don’t eat anything at the reception. Or inhale.
Blue pinstripe…eh, no, not for a wedding. Dark gray…maybe, but it’s a business suit. Wear a tie and I’ll look like I’m heading to a board meeting. Wear it without a tie and I’ll look like I got kicked out of a board meeting.
Where’s your sports jacket, you ask? Don’t have one; haven’t needed one.
My friend says, just wear the suit without the tie. Blech, but what other choice is there? I wonder. If I do ab exercises and run for the next 18 hours, can I shave an inch off my waist for those pants? Maybe I can just hold my breath for 3 hours or so. Meh.