I’ve never had an appreciation for seersucker anything. Must be the Manhattan gal in me. (Or my inner Donna Karan?)
The heat doesn’t worry him one bit. He simply reaches for the seersucker. “It’s like wearing your pajamas to work,” he said. “You ever have a dream where you can wear your pajamas to work?”
We shook our head no.
He went on: “In a seersucker, you can live that dream!”