I've already posted on how I went about acquiring the goods. Hadn't counted on this though...
When wearing a suit, I get a sense of a more refined and polite me. I don't know whether the suit actually changes the person, or whether I'm simply living up to an ideal that's been implanted in my brain. It's as if I'm obliged to live up to the suit. I've discovered a new version of myself, that's been dormant for years. Sometimes, I wonder if I'm just showing-off, and that the novelty of politeness will eventually fade away. After all, this is England, hardly the place to be a gent.
Do others have the same Clark Kent experiences when donning the worsted?
Lear
When wearing a suit, I get a sense of a more refined and polite me. I don't know whether the suit actually changes the person, or whether I'm simply living up to an ideal that's been implanted in my brain. It's as if I'm obliged to live up to the suit. I've discovered a new version of myself, that's been dormant for years. Sometimes, I wonder if I'm just showing-off, and that the novelty of politeness will eventually fade away. After all, this is England, hardly the place to be a gent.
Do others have the same Clark Kent experiences when donning the worsted?
Lear