He had a year and a half to find a suit for his wedding. But Tim procrastinated. Read how he pulled it off—scoring suits for not just his, but four other weddings—in just one day.
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We met at a Halloween party. I was an ostrich. Jen had a camera.
It was months before I’d ask her for a date, but no one doubted I would propose. Even as we drove up to Stevens Pass for a ski trip (a ring hiding in my pocket), she discussed her ideal wedding with our friend: Sodo Park. Early spring. A small wedding party. White frosting on a blue cake. A photo booth. Burlap.
Due to a collision with a snowboarder, my proposal was delayed by a day. We set a date of May 1, 2011, which gave us a year and a half to plan. Jen assured me that my only responsibility would be to select suits for the groomsmen and myself.
I procrastinated well into summer and fall.
This was my dilemma: Our wedding would not be formal, so tuxedos were out. It would not be on a beach or a grassy hilltop, so Hawaiian shirts, white linen shirts and all of the other casual options wouldn’t work either.
I knew I wanted a spring suit, but not the casually wrinkled summer linen I would wear on my honeymoon or the three-season wool my groomsmen would sport. And cotton poplin just isn’t my thing. Could such a suit be found—in Seattle?
While I deliberated, we received invites to May and June weddings for my cousin and two of Jen’s friends. Then my sister asked us to be in her wedding party.
So as early spring rolled around again, Jen and I stopped by Nordstrom Rack. We found a dark, notch-lapel, two-button suit by Calvin Klein for my sister’s wedding.
For our own wedding, I purchased a suit with medium-tan stripes similar to seersucker, but without the signature, summery rippled fabric. But it still wasn’t quite right. So we headed to the main Nordstrom store.
I recited my requirements to the men’s department saleswoman. She thought a moment and took us over to a mannequin. The suit was linen, but without a trace of wrinkles. It was the color of cotton poplin, but with a texture and just a hint of blue check that set it apart. It was exactly what we were looking for. And it fit me.
Accessories were already covered. I’d been collecting bow ties and pocket squares for months, and I’d found a used pair of Allen Edmonds woven monk straps—only worn once at the seller’s own wedding—that echoed the weave of the suit. For the finishing touch, Jen presented me with cufflinks modeled after vintage typewriter keys.
So in that one afternoon we took care of five weddings. I kept the striped suit and wore it to weddings in Boulder and Carmel. At my sister’s and brother-in-law’s wedding, I looked up as they danced the Hora to see them waving my pocket square.
Many people warned us, “You won’t remember a thing about your wedding.” But when it came about, thanks to Jen’s careful planning, we simply enjoyed the day and savored the details.
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