Happy/Sad

I went clothes shopping for my grandmother's memorial service next week in Boise. After all the dieting and all the absolutely no reason to own them, I found myself without a singe stitch of dress clothes to wear.

I purchased separates on sale at two different stores to put together a pretty snappy ensembe for less than 75 bones. Maybe I'll post pictures later. (Don't stay up all night waiting, though.)

Feels odd to buy clothes that are supposed to "fit" you, rather than modified tents. I went straight out of skater/punk/grunge over-sized clothes into fat-guy clothes, so "fitted" is not a word I am too familiar with. For some reason when I am wearing this "suit," I don't feel like a freaking clown. I think Homer had it right with the mumu. There is no reason for guys (or anyone! even women!) to have to wear clothes that were just not designed for them.

The sad thing is that this is the nicest set of clothes I've ever worn and they cost $75 for pant, shirt, jacket.