Suits for my sweet

With work finally slackening off a little bit, I've finally had a chance to sort out the suits for the grooms men. I will admit that the whole process of picking suits has been a little difficult, mainly because I'm total crap on decisions that are based entirely on aesthetics. Give me two car companies quoting for duties on the day and I can rationalise the right decision in a heart beat. Ask me whether or not the bridal party should have thin stripes on their trousers or not and I'm sunk.

Unfortunately Lyn thought that giving me help with this was cheating.

Nuts.

In the end, I've gone with tradition and stuck with morning suits. Despite the 3pm start time for our wedding. Apparently that's bad form and convention dictates that I should, really, wear a lounge suit. Convention can go hang for all I care; I'm not wearing a lounge suit.

Of course, the suit for the inestimable Mr Rhys-James is fairly obvious. He's very kindly agreed to be the Master of Ceremonies, which means that I need to get him one of these:

It's a bit of a cheat, I know, but...one down....all the rest to do.

In the end, after all of my researching through magazines and the internet totally failed to make the decision for me, I eventually decided on a suit called the Carisbrooke for the bridal party. Its definitely the right decision. Unless its not.

Seems fine. The waistcoats and cravats at the hire shop were a bit naff, so now I need to source those from somewhere else. I've already identified several possible vendors. Now all I need to do is decide on the colour and style.

Sigh.

Health and happiness to all

Mike