Suiting Up

On my to-do list today was to take my "interview suits" (anybody else have those? Mine are pretty much in this family, only one set is a black and taupe dress/jacket and the other is navy pinstriped pants/skirt/jacket) to get tailored when I picked up my dry cleaning this afternoon. These suits have not been worn in over six years, and, um. . . Man, was I a big girl then. And that was even having been in the process of losing weight for seven months prior to purchasing them. I wasn't even sure the tailor would be able to cut the pieces down that many sizes, but I figured I'd take the chance because undergoing the hassle and expense of buying a new suit, which would require tailoring anyway to shorten sleeves and pant hems, is something I'd prefer not to do at this point in time.

The tailor, a nice Korean lady who understands far more English than she speaks, got out her pins right away, so I thought that was a good sign. After several lengthy pinnings, the suit pieces started to look as if they belonged on me--the older, more in-shape, more-educated me of today. Even if I was wearing cat-printed socks (please don't tell my sister--she always rags on me about that when we go shopping and try stuff on).

Including the cost of cleaning one of the jackets, the total came to $155. Makes you gasp, but that's five pieces, all lined--and you saw the prices on that link, right? I think it's well worth it.

The only remaining problem? The interview shoes from six years ago are lonnnng gone.