Well, we were able to set out rather early so we were in town exactly 12 noon. (Time becomes very relative when you've got a toddler, but I guess you all knew that.) First shop was C&A, normally quite good for everyday stuff; they even established a deparment for big ladies. We actually got four pairs of jeans for him, easy shopping, just dig out the right size, he was wearing the predecessor of them so we knew they'd fit. But the suits just didn't fit. Too lare jacket, or jacket fits but pants too big and with some odd mistake in the pattern. And all jackets had only two buttons, which made the sides of the opening bulge in a most unflattering way over any but the best-trained tummies. The white shirt he tried on with them looked rather flimsy, so we left it where it was, too.
Off we went to store No. 2, Peek&Cloppenburg, not that the name might mean anything to you here, but just for the sake of whatever... Here we were served by a nice middle-aged gentleman, definitely on the stylish side, not the conservative, who tried to convince DH that the tight fitted style was just the thing these days. Well, yes, but don't care for that, Sir. Fortunately, they had a building block system for suits, so we could get a jacket in which he can still say 'I do' and a pair of pants that will allow him to say it in his usual lovely male voice, not soprano. Nice dark blue, very fine quality, 100% wool. The legs have to be shortened, but they'll do it on the shop, pick-up on Friday.
Then we hunted for a vest and plastron. His comment: I don't need that, I won't... Well, resistance was futile; I felt a bit like Bridezilla, but what the heck. Three shops: No. 1 didn't have anything like it at all, No. 2 had but I thought I could get something closer to the colour of my dress. Mistake; when we went to No. 3, a shop for large and tall guys, they had only brown and champagne-coloured ones. I knew that a return to shop No. 2 would cause a revolution, so I went for the cahmpagne ones. Goes very well with the suit and will be OK with my dress, I hope. However, the vest looked somewhat odd, flaring out under the arms (didn't we talk about the large-people's-clothing problem, Kate?) and the middle button of 5 was slightly in the wrong place which caused another strange bulge. Made them pin the whole thing and it looked OK. Pick up on Friday, too. Got him a good quality shirt in white. Made him try on shirt, vest, plastron and jacket and if it hadn't been for the familiar worn jeans and shoes and the shaggy head I wouldn't have known him. Girls, I will have to practice constant vigilance while he's in that outfit, he'll look dead cute. No, not cute, like a sexy hunk, that's it. ;-) Mind you, I hsven't cut his hair or beard since early July, so he really looks a bit like Hagrid by now, but he'll get a good trimming before the big day.
Well, that's it for now. Nite-nite!
U.