I touch down in Richards following an all night journey and a quick stop in pictures of this leg as I was weighed down like a miner’s burro with no hands free for photography. Yes, it’s colder, on 60, and no, flip flops were not the best selection in shoes for such a day! I’m here though, plus all is 1000x better than it was 24 hours before. Chris picks me up, and after a feast, it’s off to the Suit Sale!
It’s been on the calendar for months currently. At the moment is the day!
The choice....
You’d never guess this was Hickey-Freeman. Or would you? My awareness of Back East Style having stopped up somewhere 30 years back are beginning to solidify. Chris thinks these are clear for Florida after the sale.
This is not the bridal suit.
