“So
how many buttons do you want? Two? Three?”
“Can I get a belt
with some diamantes on it with a bow that flows to the floor?”
“I’ll get you some
matching pocket squares”
So for a boy who’s regular fashion decision
for the day is to grab the first item on top of the clean clothes pile, this
whole ordeal about getting suited up was strange to say the least. I mean,
measurements and all that I got (although, the measuring tape in-between the
crotch to create a sorta banana hammock thing caught me somewhat by surprise),
but when it came to the buttons, lapels, pleats and tails, I blanched. Thank
god for my lovely bride who answered all my questions and pleas of help with
aplomb. What I would do without her? I shudder at the thought. I must say I
look forward to having a personal shopper/dresser/fashion police living with me
;)
This was a season for playing dress up
that’s for sure. With Michelle getting decked out for her dresses as well, and I’m
probably biased here and I don’t really care, she probably is the most drop
dead gorgeous bride ever, well bride to be anyways. I thank my lucky stars that
we got to be together and the more I see her getting herself ready, the more I
reckon I’ll be the mata terbeliak, mulut
terngah-ngah, air liuh meleleh kinda groom on our big day.
And as we try on our suits and dresses, we’re
reminded again and again that our big day is drawing near. And as we stare into
the mirror, hand in hand examining the handiwork of our tailors and
seamstresses, I have a quiet moment to myself, and think silently..
Damn I look fine…
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