A month or two ago I was extremely close to getting something that I've been wanting for ages: a seersucker suit. Unfortunately, this particular men's clothier I was going to get it from offered such a deal that they were all sold out by the time I made up my mind to make a purchase. So I settled on a pair of seersucker pants from Old Navy. I wore them last weekend for UR's reunion picnic and revelled in the knowledge that I was 5 degrees cooler than everyone else (or at least my lower half was).
Unfortunately, I was not sipping on a mint julep at the time.
I do declare!
ReplyDeleteCareful there. You're treading awfully close to offending my honor. And we all know what happens then.
ReplyDeletetalk to me when you get the suit.
ReplyDeleteI have had one for years. The ladies love it. Except for my wife.
ReplyDeletesteve - Oh, you'll know when I get it. Then we'll REALLY be rolling large down in Savannah. What's the appropriate hipster-approved footwear one wears with such a suit? Pumas?
ReplyDeletewh1skeylover - How'd you end up marrying the one woman who doesn't swoon over a Southern Gentleman?
Wait, there are ladies who swoon over men in seersucker suits?
ReplyDeleteThat's it! Pistols at dawn.
ReplyDeleteYou wouldn't shoot a laaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaydee, would you? *bats eyelashes*
ReplyDeleteAw, Miss Srah. I was just funnin' ya. I could never, I say I could never harm a lady. Now, how's about I treat you to an RC Cola?
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