Having recently officially retired (and getting a large payout yesterday of my remaining unused leave credits), you would think that buying a new suit would be the last thing on my mind.
After all, I hate wearing suits, and the two suits I bought from Peter Jackson back in 2002 (to celebrate a promotion at work) mostly hang in the wardrobe unused, maybe getting pulled out and worn once or twice a year. My usual ‘style’ is to wear jeans, Reeboks, and rugby tops – or a blazer and shirt in place of a rugby top (such as on those frequent occasions where I visit the Kelvin Club, where I have become a fixture in the past two and a half years).
But these are unusual times. Having retired, I need things to do to keep myself amused, and last week I was Elected to the Savage Club, the quirkiest of the Melbourne private clubs. The Savage Club enforces a strict old school dress code, where jacket and tie are always required.
Which means that I felt it was time to augment my wardrobe.
The two suits I bought back in 2002 were both double breasted, as was the suit I bought back in 1995. Double breasted has a certain dignitas to it which single breasted sadly lacks. Unfortunately, it has in recent years been rather difficult to find double breasted (I am not so cashed up that I am going to visit Henry Bucks to fill my wardrobe).
That seems to have changed. When wandering past Peter Jackson earlier this month, I saw a double breasted suit in the window for the first time in ages, and I knew that this was a sign from above – it was finally time for me to buy a new suit.
Lost For Words! 