Of course she was right that some men did — Ty probably did, come to think of it. Or if he didn't have specific clothing set aside for the summer months, it would only have been because he preferred to segment his wardrobe by his moods rather than the seasons. His clothing collection was certainly robust enough to support it. Ford took a second to imagine what it would be like to be rich — not just comfortably well-off, or even situated like Tycho was without a real need to work, but one of those disgustingly wealthy types. If one had a different home for every season — summers in the country and autumn in London and winter on the continent, because why not? — then of course one would have different clothes for each season. They'd just stay with the house when you moved, patiently waiting to be cared for again. What a life that must be.
"I don't know if I could pull off a tan suit," he said, tone stuck somewhere between self-conscious and amused. Any light-colored suit seemed to imply wealth, to him — probably because of the upkeep of keeping a white or tan suit looking clean. Having one that looked nice meant having a small army of servants who were ready to launder one's clothes at home, or spending a lot more time and energy maintaining one's clothes than the average person did. (Maybe he should get a tan suit, then — Mama was always in favor of performative signals of wealth, to help the girls' chances, and Ford wasn't actually opposed to spending his own time keeping his clothes looking nice — he'd already been putting enough effort into just keeping his old suits together, and keeping a new one clean couldn't be any harder than that).
She handed him a bolt of fabric, and he considered it with a raised brow. If the idea of being mistaken for shopping together made him nervous, taking any actual fashion advice from Miss Fawcett should have been entirely off the table, but the suggestion had him curious. "How do you choose a complementary color for a handkerchief? I mean — are they even supposed to go with the suit? I thought they were all sort of interchangeable." Well, his all were, anyway, because they were all plain white. He'd never had a colorful, embroidered, or otherwise decorated handkerchief, and he probably wasn't about to start carrying them now, but the idea did intrigue him.
"I don't know if I could pull off a tan suit," he said, tone stuck somewhere between self-conscious and amused. Any light-colored suit seemed to imply wealth, to him — probably because of the upkeep of keeping a white or tan suit looking clean. Having one that looked nice meant having a small army of servants who were ready to launder one's clothes at home, or spending a lot more time and energy maintaining one's clothes than the average person did. (Maybe he should get a tan suit, then — Mama was always in favor of performative signals of wealth, to help the girls' chances, and Ford wasn't actually opposed to spending his own time keeping his clothes looking nice — he'd already been putting enough effort into just keeping his old suits together, and keeping a new one clean couldn't be any harder than that).
She handed him a bolt of fabric, and he considered it with a raised brow. If the idea of being mistaken for shopping together made him nervous, taking any actual fashion advice from Miss Fawcett should have been entirely off the table, but the suggestion had him curious. "How do you choose a complementary color for a handkerchief? I mean — are they even supposed to go with the suit? I thought they were all sort of interchangeable." Well, his all were, anyway, because they were all plain white. He'd never had a colorful, embroidered, or otherwise decorated handkerchief, and he probably wasn't about to start carrying them now, but the idea did intrigue him.
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