One upon a time I caught Stacy and Clint reruns on the A&E channel every afternoon. Stacy gave me fashion permission: good, well pressed jeans, a nice jacket, you can go anywhere. She’s never let me down.
My grandchildren came here literally in cast off clothing. Laura has a good sense of style, and I imagine she will make anything look very nice when she grows older. Emily cleans up well, but probably will always be partial to jeans and shirts. Hamilton just tries.
Hamilton arrived a weekend before starting school, and my sister spent two days at the mall, outfitting him. His winter coat was a thin spring jacket. ‘Nuff said, it was handled.
He hasn’t grown any taller in the last eighteen months, but he has dispensed with the massive spare tire he sported when he came. First he got new belts, then new jeans.
He came with a suit. I believe it belonged to his grandfather. Hamilton loves this suit.
Spring break is this week. Hamilton’s birthday is next month. He graduates high school in May and expects to be serving his church within minutes of that event; he’s at the top of the mission list.
Although I do not have the same confidence in a departure date, it is time to do something about the damn suit. I enlisted his little sister of impeccable taste to come with us to get Hamilton’s glasses straightened.
That done I had them looking for a street address further downtown. There it was in a short string of small shops. Well done, Grandma. We were in the middle of the showroom before the penny dropped.
Thanks, Gramma. This is cool.
He didn't know a suit could look like this.
Note ruffly jeans.
That's a 32" waist. How long does that last?
The shirt is marked next.
What is it with boys and buttons?
Ties and belt.
Supper to make, back in real life.