When our daughter, Linda, became engaged and planned her semi formal wedding, she chose a white gown, which necessitated that her father wear a suit. In his entire life, Bill had never owned a suit and firmly refused to wear one after spending four years in the Marine Corps. Wearing a uniform with tie every day for four years was bad enough but for special occasions, parades etc., a dress uniform was required with the emblems on the collar gouging his throat, making the wearing miserable.
Needless to say, heated arguments, begging, pleading, wheedling still did not change his opinion regarding wearing a suit. Somehow, eventually, at the last minute he agreed to try one. At the men's store, still protesting, he stepped into the dressing room with a few suits carefully chosen. Stepping out, in shirt, tie and a rich dark brown three piece suit, Bill stood in front of me and I fell in love all over again. He was so handsome! Looking in the mirror, Bill did a double-take; turned left, right, straight ahead, grinned hugely and was completely taken with his image. That was it. Bill had his first suit.
The wedding was beautiful, the bride was gorgeous, Bill was handsome and charming and he KNEW he was hot stuff.
3 comments:
What more can I say ! The picture says it all.
Oh, there is one more small thing.
The concession I had to make, the real reason he finally consented to wear a suit???????
notice the cowboy boots !
the cowboy boots say it all, Dee! LOL!
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