Sartorial me

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In the vast expanse that is she who must be obeyed’s wardrobe, there is a small musty corner allocated for my limited collection of T-shirts, shorts and jeans.

It’s my own fault. Whilst I am happy to ruin a credit card balance in pursuit of a shiny new toy, I have zero interest in the purchase of clothes. The need to buy a jacket for Tic’s wedding left a hole in my soul that will take time to mend. Other than the jacket, I can’t recall when I last bought any clothes. She who must be obeyed tries to compensate for my tramp inclinations by using her own money to buy me smart T-shirts and throwing out the the really manky ones when I am not looking.

I have three pairs of jeans. They may be a little ancient, but they are perfectly serviceable and I have no intention of buying any more this decade. But then one pair sprung a leak in an area which meant I could claim that the hole was due to pressure from oversized genitalia, except it wasn’t. At first I didn’t tell the wife and compensated for the gap by wearing dark underpants. But then my underpants have more holes than originally designed, and the space in the jeans grew in size; and eventually she spotted the problem.

You can’t wear those! People could see your willy, if they looked very closely

Very droll. I can have them fixed.

No, you must buy new ones, a patch will look silly.

I bought new jeans last century, no way am I getting any more.

So we took them to be patched and they came back and I tried them on. She who must be obeyed was suitably impressed.

You look like an artist!

Thank you. See, I told you it would be OK to patch them.

No, I mean you look like a crap artist who is broke because he can’t sell any pictures.

We’re off to the Levi shop today.

Comments 🔗

2011-11-12 | Pat Angko says

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