FWF – Free Write Friday – The Journey of a Suit



I have always had a large collection of shoes and some of them are ridiculously beautiful and truly excruciating to wear. They are my taxi-sit out shoes and can now only be worn for a social occasion where I arrive without having to drive, where the entrance is no more than a couple of metres away and once inside I am guaranteed a seat. I have shoes that have cut me on more than one outing that are now resigned to spinster modelling – looking good and staying firmly on the shelf! (One day I will deal with giving the hardly worn torturous things away!)

My most suffering tale belongs to a light coloured suit. 

It was the first suit I had ever bought, I was 23 and had recently dieted down to a wonderful size 10 after losing over 3 stone (42lbs). I couldn’t wait to wear it, sadly I only wore it twice!

The first time I wore it for a cousin’s wedding and the second time for a University interview. It survived the first outing and was dry cleaned back to immaculate coco-butter colour it was. Then came the disastrous journey to Kent. I had to take a bus, two trains – in and out of London and then a taxi – I started out before 5a.m and the bus never showed up. I had to walk home and call a taxi (pre-mobile phone) I had to wait for the next train on a now very busy morning commuter platform. It was mid-August and very hot!

By the time I made it to London, I had missed my connection. I was aware of perspiration glowing through to the outside. I was late for the interview and extremely nervous and flustered. I had dark smudges on the suit from the train and was very flushed.

The return journey was no better and I ended up on a bus replacement service that meant I had to walk on the grass verge down a dual carriageway! I ruined my shoes and got grass stains on my trousers.

I paid to have the suit dry cleaned, fortunately all the stains came out. (AND I got a place at the University.)

Later that Summer I packed the suit up and moved house. It moved to three different towns with me without ever being worn again.  On the third move I had to store lots, as it was a small mezzanine flat. twice. I had a bag of clothes I had emptied and a bag of rubbish bags/ Bubble wrap both in the loft. When I came to move again eight months later all my things were going into storage. I accidentally paid to store the black bin liners and the sack of clothes is still out there somewhere in the Southeast!

4 responses »

    • Annie, I must have looked such a mess when I FINALLY arrived! Hard to pretend to be sophisticated in your early 20’s. I think the horror of entering a room with 13 other candidates already an hour into the process and then having to talk, present and take an exam… well, I just thought I’d made such a bad 1st impression that I’d never get in. I was amazed when I got the phonecall. I will never forget the 4 mile walk along the highway bedraggled and hollow. I think I was a bigger mess than the shoes and the suit!

    • It is a comical situation – comedy is often laughing at other’s misfortune, no need to feel bad. I can laugh now, it saddens me that I lost this suit (along with other loved clothing and some wooden Christmas decorations) but the real comedy came when I realised I’d paid good money to store a load of bin liners and bubble wrap!

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s