Shave and a Haircut is just two weeks away. Start ironing your shirts, folks.
This project has been a crazy delicious weird delight. I know there’s always time for more thinking and introspection, but at this stage of the game, it’s all line jamming and practicing and wondering if I can get through this show on two beers or less. I can, can’t I?
Betsy and I are starting to get that good kind of frenetic nervous* and doing the things that make the whole thing come together.
One element of which is finding something to wear. I don’t think it’s important right now for you to know about my various thinks and not thinks about fashion, femininity, men, masculinity and the general start of sartorial splendour. But, dammit I have some thinks.
Because I somehow threw out my suit, I had to head into the shopping awesomeness of the CBD, where I went into a store wearing a dress and heels and came out of it wearing a suit and tie.
The sales assistants were right with me for the pants suit, the business shirt and the brogue shoes.
But I really lost them at the tie.
What are you going to be wearing?
* as best evoked by the Muppet’s intro music
