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A Sheer Sucker for a Seersucker
Impulsive, devil-may-care guy that I am, I recently bought a seersucker suit.
I've always wanted one. My dad had one when I was a kid, and he looked pretty sharp in it - crisp and cool, with a touch of Southern elegance, which was weird, seeing as how we'd never lived south of Indianapolis.
I have a vivid memory of my father getting off an airplane at what was then Weir Cook Airport (now known as the Indianapolis International Home For Wayward Airplanes), wearing his seersucker suit. With his suit, his briefcase and his Ray-Ban shades, I thought he looked like a secret agent: Redmond. Pat Redmond.
I guess a seed was planted that day, one that lay dormant until a few weeks ago, when I saw such a suit, in my size, sold online by a retailer I like, during a rare occasion when I happened to have a little disposable income.
Did I say rare occasion? I meant dangerous. That's really the only word for a situation involving me, a computer with a fast Internet connection, spare cash, and something I perceive to be a bargain.
To make matters worse, the price of the suit was marked down from Sorta Expensive to Almost Exactly What I Had To Spend. In other words, it was low. How low? Ridiculously low. Unbelievably low. This-must-be-misprint low. I-better-grab-this-before-they-correct-it low. Maybe-I-should-get-two low. There-has-to-be-a-catch low.
All right, so the suit came. I had it altered and, I must admit, thought I looked pretty dandy as I admired myself in the three-way mirror.
But of course, I saw flaws. And no, I am not talking about my big behind. The tailor actually did a pretty good job camouflaging that, actually.
I meant my shirt. Here I had this beautiful new suit but underneath it I was wearing a black T-shirt. That would never do. A suit like this deserved a snow-white shirt. Which I didn't have, seeing as how I quit wearing those about five years ago, when I left my day job and gave my "office" clothes to the Salvation Army. So I had to get a shirt. Well, a couple, actually. OK, four. One button down, one spread with barrel cuffs, one point with French cuffs and one spread with French cuffs. They were on sale.
And then I remembered I gave away a bunch of ties, too, and of those that remained, I really didn't have anything to go with this suit. I got four. They were on sale, too.
And then I also remembered that it is absolutely essential to wear bucks (white or dusty) with a seersucker suit. Well, the shoe guy said they didn't sell many white bucks anymore, but just my luck they had them in my size. And they were on sale.
And then I decided I needed a summer hat to top it off … a nice Panama, in a snap-brim style. Something cool and breezy. Oh, and some new socks and handkerchiefs, too. They weren't on sale, but what the heck.
When it was all over, I had spent on alterations and accessories about two and a half times what I paid for my suit. So much for my bargain.
It's a good-looking suit, though. I like wearing it. Even though I feel kind of like … do I have to say it? A sheer sucker in seersucker.
© 2007 Mike Redmond. All Rights Reserved.
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