Saturday morning and we're about to leave for the farmer's market and then going to help Jim look for a new suit. Weirdly, whenever I think of Jim in a suit I wish for a tie by Brooklyn-based Sovereign Beck to magically float down from the sky and into his hands. Then we nod reassuringly as he puts it on and moonwalks out the door, looking sharp as a tack. I've been a fan for a while.
I want all of these, and Jim and I can share them.