 It's hard to believe that I'm still single with morning attire like that. And yet that mess is what I start the day with. Usually without the mustache and, after this month, thankfully, without it again. Still, it's bad enough. The careful observer may note that my pajama pants are inside out. Thank god that my mismatched socks and hush puppies are not shown. It's a long journey from there to here. Not easy and not always successful. And that trip is just a cog in a machine.
At some point this month I reached the cusp of yet another level of organization. One suit a day has become inappropriate. Logic now demands that I have two -- one for the daytime and one for the evening. Although I knew this was coming I'm not sure what finally pushed me to this precipice. Perhaps it was my last two purchases.
But there now exists a clear hierarchy in my closet. There are suits that are nice enough for around the house and then there are the ones that I would wear while attending something. The division is quite clear and I have to deal with it. This has put me on the bad side of a threshold but I hope to master or, at least, grip the situation within half a year.Labels: fashion, movember |
ha ha. welcome to the club