Weddingbee Blog

Originally I wanted Mr. Potato Head’s wedding day ensemble to be a surprise. But when we found ourselves bored on a snowy Sunday, one of the last days he’d have off between now and… June, we decided to shut up and SUIT UP.

We went to Dad-approved suit shop Syms and found that they’re going out of business in 3 weeks. Sad for them, but great deals for us! We walked into the store and I was immediately out of my element. I don’t know a thing about suits, or suit shopping, or how to suit up properly, etc.

Ahead of us, dozens of crisp jackets and trousers lined up like little pinstriped soldiers. Florescent lights shone like yellowed diamonds from the ceiling. The showroom was vast; one could get lost in the brambles of suit arms and tie racks.

“Do you need… a… haberdasher?” I ventured to Mr. PH, in a “I don’t know nothin’ bout birthin’ no babies” kind of manner.

If you remember, this is the look we liked:

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God forbid we print out a photo. This is how we articulately expressed our vision to our haberdasher, lucky man:

Haberdasher (to me): What do you want him to wear?

Me: Hoooohboy, uh-uh. I bought my dress. This stuff is up to him. I’m out. Out!

Haberdasher (to Mr. PH): So what are you thinking?

Mr. PH: We’re thinking some sort of suit. Not a tux. With a vest? Or suspenders? Or green ties maybe. But not like, regular ones. Maybe like a vintage look? Like 1920s? Or 1840s? Something sort of turn-of-the-century. Near the beach.

I pipe in, helpfully: Old school!

Mr. PH: Kinda summery, but not too light. But not black. Something with a vest, pants, and a jacket. What’s that called?

Haberdasher: Um, a three-piece suit?

Good golly.

The haberdasher informed a dismayed Mr. PH that he shouldn’t wear both a vest and suspenders, so Mr. PH decided on a vest. This is the part where I sat down and took photos, occasionally peppering the haberdasher with stupid questions like “Are all vests shiny in the back? Can we get one that’s not shiny in the back?” (His withering answers: yes, and no.)

Fashion show!

Three-piece suit up!

Mr. PH really liked suit shopping. I liked it too, since I didn’t have to try anything on, and could sit there and ask, “Do you think this is the one??”

And the winner:

It’s a blue and navy pinstriped and the nicest textured cotton material. It’s different but I think Mr. PH pulls it off nicely.

He intends on wearing a white button-down, navy vest, and green tie.

Oh I’m sorry, are you the three-time award winner of Male Model of the Year?

We were happy to get the suit on sale. The haberdasher was probably happy to see us leave.

Did you go apparel-shopping with your partner? How did it go?