Your love of old, free t-shirts has been documented on here. You also loved good suits. You definitely cared a lot about looking nice for work, bought many snazzy ties, and generally dressed quite elegantly during the week.
In fact, I can remember many conversations like the following:
Me: Mom, what are you wearing to xxx (wedding / bar mitvah / fill in the black)?
Mom: I don't know, I need to look through my closet. Maybe a black cocktail dress.
Me: OK, I'm still looking, I haven't found anything to wear yet.
Dad: Ahem. Aren't you going to ask me what I'm wearing? (big grin)
Me: Sigh. OK. Dad, what are you wearing to xxx?
Dad: My charcoal Boss suit, with a white shirt, pink tie, and my black wingtips.
Or, your summer khaki suit with a blue shirt, striped tie, and brown loafers.
Or, your navy pinstripe with a Thomas Pink tie and a checked shirt.
Etc.
You always knew, you had always thought about it, and you always made sure you had the right items dry-cleaned. You also always, without exception, polished your shoes before going anywhere slightly out of the ordinary. I took your shoe brush from your office for Idriss, so you did this at work, too.
When you got a new suit (say, from the Barneys outlet), you would saunter downstairs and ostentatiously try to get my / Mom's / Amy's attention. If we didn't realize you were fishing for a compliment you would say: how do you like my new suit? Brioni / Boss / whoever cuts a nice jacket, doesn't he?
And, many, many times over the years I've come to visit you and you made sure to wear a tie I gave you to work / out to dinner / whatever. You'd wave it in my face until I noticed, too. On Thanksgiving this year you wore a J. Crew sweater and collared shirt that I got you years ago. I love that you assigned some personal meaning to your clothes.
I miss you so much lately.
Love,
Megan
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