I have just realized something terribly serious.

I am not a man.

You see, I already knew this, of course.
However it seems to me, on reflection, that what has never truly sunk in before this evening is that, as not-a-man, I am not much of the sort who (even were I rather more wealthy than I am) could ever obtain a bespoke suit.

And that is what I currently desperately want.


We see the problem here?




(If you do not know what a bespoke suit is, I advise looking it up, and visiting the link I've placed at the end of this entry. You will be the better for it.)


On a fairly related note, this is a book I need.


I shall pursue tailoring anyway, I do so hope, at some point in my life. It is a path I need to follow until all fits gloriously.


( More on my sartorial choices: jodphurs, chilly weather, scarves. )

Yesterday I bought:
( Food, music, a book, and, with my patience, a signature. )

Tonight was a concert (meh... but I had nice chats with my co-worker and his friend, and later with my boss), then what I think was a radiantly excellent radio show.

Oh, and by the way, this what inspired my suited espousing.