About a month ago, The Husband casually tossed out the fact that he would NOT be wearing a tie to the wedding. I told him in no uncertain terms that he WOULD indeed be wearing a tie to the wedding; even if I had to wrestle him to the ground to put it on him myself.
I mean, I don't care if he removes it at the reception but it will not kill him to wear a tie for the service and pictures. What is he now - five?
At any rate, that conversation must have buried itself into my subconscious because the very next morning at 4:00 am, I sat straight up in bed and thought "His suit!!"
Unfortunately, for the both of us, his old suit no longer fits. Same for most of his dress shirts. *sigh*
Belk, once again, saved the day and the suit fit perfectly. But I have to wonder...it took more than a week for my dress to even ship but yet his suit arrived within three days. Why?! I guess because they figure women are planning their outfits way earlier than men even start to think about it, so they rush the men's orders on the premise that the wives will kill their husbands if they aren't appropriately dressed for the occasion.
At least, that's my theory.
Now I just need to find the perfect outfit (no tie necessary, I suppose) for him for the rehearsal dinner.
Bit by bit, we are getting there.