I bet most of you don’t know (I feel pretty confident saying this, because I didn’t know until a few days ago) that I haven’t thrown away a belt in the last 20 years. Some of you have met my mom, and so that information probably doesn’t come as any real surprise. Be that as it may, it does allow me to present this dress belt retrospective…
As you can see, I’ve gone from a black belt to browns, and from solid to weaves. The black belt probably happened when I got a new suit for confirmation. The next belt came when Lauren and I moved back to Seward. Samith took me shopping for a new suit (my own judgment in these matters being suspect) and along with the suit came a pair of shoes, a few shirts, a couple of ties and a belt. The last belt has come about, not in response to a change in wardrobe, but because my former belt was slowly shrinking. As most of you are aware, leather will shrink with age, and so when the last belt hole reached an untenable position, I had to retire it. Happy Birthday to me.