Stephen Bleile

In previous blog posts I alluded to the fact that I was intent on buying an apple green suit to match the apple on the wedding invites that no doubt directed your attention to this site.

It’s an easy enough task for a guy who was in Vietnam home of the most skilled craftsmen in the world.

Got a GQ magazine handy? Just cut out a picture and they can recreate it – and the price will be less than the page number of the magazine – or, at least, a lot less than Mr. Armani would have you pay. All I had to do was show them my post concerning the green suit.

I got a deal on my custom suit because “You Vietnamese size, you not use extra material like most Americans.”

The dilemma is should I show it to Tash? SHE didn’t let me see her wedding dress after all!

Now, I should tell you that I did NOT buy a green suit.

I should also tell you it’s not a dilemma. From the moment I moved to John and Rowena’s house Tash and I struck a deal: she could throw out my old clothes (including my favorite rugby sweater from the U of C) so long as I never had to pick out clothes to wear again.

So she has seen the suit and, thankfully(!), approves. (PHEW)

Maybe the real question is should I show you??