There's a Seer Sucker Born Every Minute

For a few weeks now I have been in a seer sucker mood. Admit it, we’ve all been there.

We’ve all fought that strong desire to sing four part harmony with a three other people wearing seer sucker.

We’ve all been swept away by an almost urgency to sell tonic out of the side of a brightly colored truck with an assistant who is perhaps Michael Jackson.

We’ve all secretly wished to try a case in the deep south, circa 1928, in an MGM movie.

Yes the seer sucker mood is fleeting, yet universal.

Luckily my quest proved as swift as my mood.

I found a BCBG seersucker suit in perfect condition on the $5 rack. How did such a garment find it’s fate with the stretched out Old Navy Tank Tops and polyester leisure pants? Well, the blazer of the suit is an “s” and the pants are an “8” and while a “s” and an “8” look similar, almost like they could be cousins, they are very different. But I have a rule when shopping; if I like it and it is a 2,4,6 or 8 I figure I can tailor it or lose weight and fit into it perfectly.

Also on that trip I scored this Ralph Lauren Blue Label belt. The fact that I am wearing it with cut-off shorts is, I am sure making Ralph Lauren roll over in his grave, and he isn’t even dead.

Hope everyone is having a great weekend.