What are you doing for passover?

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Being all grown up with a job and money was great until the first time I bought a pair of kakhis.  Not that I had not purchased my own clothing before, but what I had bought was like stuff from a thrift store or whatever.  Never had I paid my own money for something as mundane as kakhis.  They seemed kind of expensive.

So I developed a bit of a grudge about the whole thing. I’d buy cheap stuff or stuff from the thrift store.  Which is fine except that I looked cheap and I felt cheap.  Sometimes I don’t mind that either, but there are some situations that require me to look decent. Despite Fernando’s assertion that it is better to look good than to feel good, I want to look AND feel good.

So that means spending a little dough.  Again, this I am loath to do, but right before we got married, my sweet lady talked me into buying a full priced pair of dress shoes.  Not Ferragamos but Florsheims. They are still good looking shoes a decade later, and they have been fully amatorized.  I thought of those shoes as I stood in front of the blue blazers this afternoon.

See, my blazer has gotten a bit raggedy.  One pocket is torn and the whole thing is just a little beat.  I don’t know how long I have had it, but I did get it from a thrift store.  For a guy like me, a blazer is something you have a relationship with.  It makes you look good even when you’ve left it in the back of the car for a week.  I felt a little bit like I was betraying my old blazer.

I also felt like I was about to unload a chunk of change on a piece of clothing.  Good fortune smiled on me, however, when I drew down from the rack a 100% wool jacket with a steep discount.  40 regular too, in which I was proud to fit.  But it did not quite sit right.  No worries.  I found another that was a 42.  It would work.  Be servicable.  But what about that other one up there?

A little tighter weave on the cloth.  A hair narrower in the lapel.  Buttons shiny just so.  It would be a shame not to at least try it on, right.  (We call this literary device foreshadowing.)  I did, indeed, buy the more expensive jacket.  It is better to look good than to save for retirement.