My suit

I tried on my old suit the other day. After dropping a few pounds, it didn't shock me to see some baggy corners on my once-slimming pin striped jacket. I put "Let in Suit" at the bottom of my to-do list; the primary job being to write down my to-dos. It made me wonder to what extent those thin orange pin-stripes really work their magic. I could just buy a new, better one. I guess the problem is, I like that suit. I went to hard, important funerals and long, hot weddings in that suit. So maybe I will eat freely again and stop being happy to fill out those standards that seamstress sewed so deeply. Or maybe I will wait a bit longer to find my comfortable pair of slacks and jacket.