The most expensive piece of clothing in my wardrobe is a Hugo Boss suit I paid an arm and a leg for 3 years ago.
And as I have an obscene number of weddings to attend next month, one as an Emcee no less, I tried it on just now to see if it fits.
It doesn't. Shit =/
Not that I thought it would. Hell I've cut about like 6 inches off my waistline, going from a Size 35 to a Size 29. So if I didn't hold the pants up with my fingers, the damn thing would drop to my ankles. I kid you not! The jacket is another matter. I look all ready for a game of American Football.
Well its off to the Boss men later today then. To see if their tailors can salvage my 3500-dollar black pin-striped spacesuit. I'm not so sure though. Little adjustments they can do. But shrinking something down by 3 sizes, errrr, that would be of Saville Row proportions =))
Of course the other way round would be to fatten myself up in time. I have 3 weeks to gorge.
Or I could go out and get myself that sharp and gorgeous Zegna and try to sell the monkey suit to my Size 36 brother.
Decisions, decisions =))