My Armani

It’s official. I now own an Armani suit. It’s a sort of celery color and it’s incredible.

…and I paid a whoppin’ $30 for it.

Yes. $30. Three-oh-dollars.

While perusing a vintage shop in Montrose of all places, I raided the 99-cent rack and then hit the half-off rack. Amid a 70s shirt (with geese no less) I came across a real Armani suit for $60 but marked down to $30. Zero stains. The pants zipper works. The buttons are intact. I have absolutely no idea why this suit was there, but it was and I left with it. The darn thing is gorgeous…as far as suits go. I now have a total of two actual suits. The other one cost me $30 and it was new! Quite a range there, huh?

Now the real question is what convention do I wear it to?

And on which day?

So far, I simply haven’t had a day when I’d wished I was wearing an Armani suit!

Ah well. I suppose I have some time until my next conference–World Fantasy.

But then again, what would truly warrant an Armani? Hmmm…Maybe finding the suit was a good luck charm in my quest for publication and agent representation. Maybe there’ll be a day when wearing an Armani suit is absolutely appropriate.

…Actually, what’ll likely happen is I’ll get called to be an extra on some snooty show and end up in the Armani. Figures…

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