I’m spending the long weekend having a clear out. Tomorrow it’s the attic, but this afternoon I have filled a couple of boxes with books and DVDs and gone through my wardrobe selecting suits and ties for the local charity bins.
I used to like a tie to add a splash of colour to drab office wear and have dozens, almost all picked up for very little money from chazzas. My criterion for whether each was kept or added to the reject pile was whether I would be tempted to buy it if I saw it now. About 50 went in the pile and roughly the same number remain. God knows why I have kept so many though. Since the first lockdown more than two years ago I have worn a tie precisely twice, the black (or more precisely very, very dark blue) one, paired with a black suit, at funerals.
Even before lockdown I had more or less given up on suits for the office. I’ve kept a couple, even though unlike the ties I can barely fit into them now, but again I’m not sure why. On the rare occasions I’ve been to the office in the last » Continue Reading.