This is my Dad. He’s pretty awesome. Recently at my sister’s New York City wedding, he wore this tie:
“Dad, where’d you get that tie?”
“Uncle gave it to me. Like it?? It’s the statue of liberty.”
“Yes…yes Dad, I can see that.” And then I proceeded to take his picture. His outfit (even though it was charmingly dorky) prompted my oldest sister to declare that we would pick out an outfit for him for my wedding, shoes included. I think he was wearing tennis shoes that night in New York.
Are you giving much fashion direction to your parents for your wedding, or are they just picking out their own outfits? Don’t you just hate that tie so much you love it?