Gareth’s Diary

I swear my life is a Bridget Jones movie… The most embarrassing things happen at the most unexpected times and in the most awkward places. This is precisely the reason why I feel that I must keep a clean slate with Karma because miss thing can’t wait to strike on me.

Here’s the scene, it’s 25 December 2018, Christmas morning. I’m dressed for church ready to leave the house and my mother tells me “our clothes are starting to fit tighter and tighter everyday hey” (note to self: Listen to your mother) I ignored her because I know I’ve gained weight and that all my clothes are sitting a bit snug. Its a sensitive subject for me.

I decided to wear a suit I bought about 6 months earlier and I only wore it once before but I love it because it has a floral print and it just felt festive and appropriate for Christmas day.

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I may look confident but deep down I’m worried that someone might see my underwear.

I get to church and a few people compliment me on my suit and I’m feeling good. As the congregation sits down after singing the second hymn, I hear a rip and my heart sinks to the pit of my stomach. I’m having flashbacks as I’m typing this. It was my pants’ letting me know that I’m no longer a size 28. My pants tore all along the seam from the crotch almost all the way. Now I’m panicking thinking of every possible way to escape the situation without being literally exposed. I was flustered, feeling hot and cold at the same time building a light sweat like I had the flu or something.

I sneaked my hand underneath myself to feel how bad the damage was so that I can gauge whether I can hide it and if it will be visible or not. I shouldn’t have done that because at that point the panic was heightened. It was bad!!! It felt like my whole bum was exposed and in classic Bridget Jones fashion I was wearing underwear with a cherry on which would just add to my embarrassment. I really am the king of playing myself.

In that moment I was going through all the scenarios in my head and none of them lead to me not being embarrassed so I just gave up and let it be. When the sermon ended and It was time for communion I had to walk all the way to the front with my broken pants. I was stressed. I was walking to the front of the hall pulling my suit jacket down even leaning slightly back as I walked. It seemed as though no one else noticed.

When the service ended and everyone else was leaving my friend walks up to me and my first words were “We can’t leave now. My pants tore and everyone is going to see my cherries.” She burst out laughing and we sat there joking about my broken pants until most people had left the hall. If you can’t laugh at yourself who can you laugh at, right? When we got up, she checked to see whether it was visible but assured me that she could not see it but I was still conscious about it.

That’s how I was quickly humbled and reminded that I’m not skinny anymore. Ever since then I’ve been extra careful when sitting down to avoid another incident. Some of my favourite items of clothing are just too small now and its absolutely heart breaking. I received a message straight from the top, on Christmas of all days that I need to stop being lazy and do something about my weight gain. Wish me luck!!!

Thanks for laughing with me.

Colour me obsessed

When I go shopping, I don’t always buy something and its not always that I go shopping for something specific. Sometimes I just go into a store walk around and see what they have. If I see something I like I would buy it. There are certain things that always catches my eye when I go shopping. Id call it an obsession by now.

Whenever I see a nice denim shirt you can hear an audible gasp escape my mouth. I probably have about 10 denim shirts already. I cant explain it myself. I think I might be drawn to the colour because blue is my favourite colour or it might be the texture that attracts me. Ironically you would rarely see me wearing one of them. Truth be told I’m more of a t-shirt kinda guy. I don’t often wear shirts casually. But I cannot resist buying a really nice denim shirt. Especially if I find it in my size.

Another one of these obsessions are accessories. I’m talking rings, armbands, chains and sunglasses. I have a box full of those beaded armbands because I would buy them because I liked one of the bands in the bunch. Shades are another thing I can’t pass by in the store. If I see a pair I like I must try them on and if they fit me and they suit my face I simply cannot leave them behind. I’ve scaled down a lot on buying accessories over the last year I guess I’m moving out of that phase in my life now.

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My tie collection has grown a lot since this picture was taken in 2016.

Ties are another one that’s a major obsession for me. I’ve lost count on how may ties I have. This one I can actually explain. I go to a church with a very rigid structure especially when it comes to dress code. So, I must wear a suit and tie when I go to church. You can wear chinos and a blazer if you choose but I’ve chosen to wear a full suit for the past few years.

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When it comes to style I’m a peacock. I like standing out and there’s not much you can do with a suit besides wearing a nice shirt and tie. At first, I used to wear lots of colourful and printed shirts but when I started teaching and my church shirts became work shirts. I started wearing mainly white shirts to church because when I wore white shirts to school I would get confused for one of the learners sometimes even by my colleagues and I taught at a primary school!! So now its all up to the tie to make the look. I have them in all colours, textures and prints. They can give life to the most boring suit. I am also one of those people that hates to repeat an outfit exactly the same way I wore it previously and a different tie changes the look completely.

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Just add a lapel pin and/or pocket square and you look completely different in the same suit.

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Feeling myself in my favourite tie this past Sunday.

My favourite tie would have to be the maroon tie I wore to my first graduation. Its possibly one of the best nights of my life and I can still recall that feeling whenever I wear it. When I wear it I feel handsome, important and powerful like James Bond.

I think Ill continue collecting ties. I just cant stop myself when I see one that I love.