Thursday, March 26, 2009

Black Velvet and that Little Boy's... oh never mind.

So my husband is a bit of a clothes horse. He doesn't own an extravagant amount of clothes, but he does like nicely made clothing. He has suits that were tailored for him in Korea, and I don't know anyone who owns more really nice kilts (don't ask). He does dress well, and has a really good wardrobe. But once in a while, a doozy slips past. When we started dating, he owned a shirt we refer to as his "Jesus shirt." It literally had Jesus all over it. And the Virgin Mary. And the Sacred Heart. Did I mention it was made of silk? When he wore it, it looked like he belonged in some weird underground gay Latin club. Which is fine, but he's not Latin, even a little, and he's not gay. I think he "lost" that shirt, sadly.

In our attempt to purge our STUFF that we have sitting around, we looked at our clothes that we don't wear. And there it was. One of the doozies. I am partly to blame for this particular article of clothing, though. Let me explain. My husband and I were visiting Stratford, Ontario for the Shakespeare festival a few years back. If you've never heard of it, it's a great place to visit and see some shows. There are all these really unique shops in the town, and we love poking around all of them when we're there. This particular day, we had perhaps a few too many beers at the Boar's Head Pub, and were feeling happy. We wandered into a speciality clothing shop where this really wackado woman hand made all the clothes she sold. The clothes were a cross between a renaissance faire (with an "e" please note) and a "Hot Topic." My husband found this velvet jacket with a fleur de lis embroidered on it. Well, just check out the picture. Nuf' said. At the time we both thought it was a great idea. It seemed the perfect length for his kilts, and it was black and it was velvet, yeah! Ok, maybe we were flat out drunk, I'm not sure. Long story short, we bought it for an unseemly sum.

So onto where this fits in with my blog. After maybe 2 or 3 wearings, we both came to the conclusion that the jacket looked a little, well, renaissancy gay. This was confirmed by one of our gay friends, so our minds were made up. We put the jacket up on ebay. It sat there for 10 days, with no one paying any attention. We knocked off 25 bucks, and put it back up. Another 10 days go by. Where are all the renaissance faire loving gay men? And so the jacket is still sitting in our closet. So much for our first try of getting rid of our STUFF.

1 comment:

  1. This is funny stuff. Very funny. I am a regular follower now. Keep it coming.


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