I am not exactly a fashion plate. Â I don’t think anybody would use the term ‘clothes horse’ to describe me except perhaps in the negative sense (ie. “Man, Adam is definitely not a clothes horse). Â I don’t think I’ve bought new clothes (apart from a couple of Toothpaste For Dinner t-shirts) in at least two years, apart from what follows.When Maegan and Paul got married, I had opportunity to buy a new suit. Â I went to Moores (same place where I bought my other suit) and got a rather nice summer-weight tan suit with beige and light blue pin stripes. Â I do not wear suits terribly often but I enjoy doing so when I do. Â I wore this suit to work today primarily to mess with my boss’s head. Â One of Amy’s reactions to the new haircut and beard was that I need to start dressing a little snappier. Â The old golf shirts and beat-up jeans do not quite work. Â My boss’s reaction was, “whoa. Â Are you going for a job interview?”
My other relatively recent clothing purchase was at RW&Co. Â This is one of Amy’s favourite stores. Â We go in nearly every time we pass one by because they have a lot of really nice, professional women’s clothing and she is a really nice, professional woman. Â I usually peruse the men’s side of the store but I don’t really consider myself metrosexual enough to shop there and mean it. Â They often have nice shirts but my crazy three-foot-long monkey arms do not lend themselves well to buying shirts at normal people stores. Â Even shirts labelled as ‘tall’ or ‘long arm’ are usually 1-2 inches too short for me. Â Right now I believe I have two long-sleeve shirts that fit properly.
I usually take a moment to look at the clearance rack at most stores because I have found a few great buys there. Â The Reitman’s family of stores (of which RW&Co. is one) has a policy of reducing the prices on everything until somebody buys them. Â This means that something that comes into the store at, say, $58 will gradually have the price reduced and then reduced some more. Â I was fortunate on this particular day to come across a pair of pants that had been much marked down. Â They were $0.95. Â I stopped someone and asked her if it was a misprint and she confirmed that the price marked was the price asked. Â They were in my size so I grabbed them. Â I figured that even if I cut them up for rags, that was a pretty decent price for rags. Â I think I have recieved more compliments on those pants than any other piece of clothing I own. Â It is also a heck of a conversation starter. Â “Hey, guess what? Â The gum I’m chewing cost more than the trousers I’ve got on.”