we went out to buy a proper one for my sister-in-law's wedding this saturday.
btw its too hot to draw properly. these will have to do.
yes, he really had a whrist pincushion and a meter around his neck!
they made me wear the pointiest dress shoes EVER to test trouser lenght.
I felt like a total douche.
this elderly lady came with her husand but was checking out all of us other men.
She looked like a kid in a candystore.
STOP WATCHING MY BUTT, LADY!
they only sold 'italian cut' suits. so much for my dream of 60s cool I saw on MadMen!
all good in the end tho. LET'S DANCE!
motherfucking moonwalk / vogue combo in the house, hell yeah!