Farewell, Old Friend. We Hardly Knew Ya'

One of the inviolable rules, if not the the only one, of being stylish is to wear clothing that fits. Don't wear the size you want, or the size you think you are, or wish you were, or whatever. Wear the clothes that fit.

One of the nice things about aging is caring less and less about dumb sh*t like wearing skinny clothes. And so, it is with no small amount of sadness that I must offer a personal favorite for sale in The Shop (along with a number of other new items):

I've wanted a hunter green blazer for as long as I can remember. When I finally came across this number in doeskin by Brooks Brothers, I was thrilled. I had it cleaned and let out. I wore it a handful of times. I tried like Hell to convince myself it fit. The shoulders barely made it and I could button it pretty good if I held my breath. As a result, I rarely wore it. When I did, it was to great effect with certain combinations, but only in pictures. In real life, I must admit, it was always too small. It never looked good on me, and I always knew it.

I wear a size 42 jacket. It's been a long time since I wore a 40. It's more than likely I'll never wear that size again. I could keep this jacket hanging unworn in my closet, wishing it fit me. But that would be a crime. Someone ought to be wearing this thing to death. And so, it's time for this old friend that never was to be set free of the fold. Please, one of you, give it the loving home it deserves.