I do not like going out.
I have been to one formal occasion in the past three years – to be awarded a medal at Government House.
I ordered a suit to be tailored. It was fitted and adjusted three times. It was NEVER right but in the end I ran out of time for try-ons and had to take the garments.
The suit cost A$590. Then there were accessories.
On the night:
The coat was too big.
The pants were too loose and the belt was faulty. My pants kept threatening to fall to my ankles and I had to keep hitching them up.
The shirt was way too big and its sleeves far too long.
I felt like a dork and the next day, gave the suit and shirt to the Red Cross.
Now I hate going out at night and with very few exceptions, stay home.

The important thing is that you saw that happy and satisfied face: the dress only counts for criticism…
I guess I did but gee, I felt like a dork that night.