LOOKBOOK | Ninong duties: The ultimate sign of aging?
I know I'm old and I don't deny it. And why should I? It's inevitable. From fine wrinkles to sagging skin and thinning hair, the signs of aging are aplenty. But one such sign I never expected to face is being asked to be a ninong (or principal sponsor) at a wedding. I was, like, are you for real? But my former colleague had already anticipated that reaction, so she prepared an impassioned and lengthy message why. I was touched.
That was back in April. Fast-forward to December and here I am clad in, as provided for in the invite, a black suit, white shirt, and midnight blue tie. I never bothered about the outfit since I have all three in my arsenal. However, as the wedding neared, I had this belated realization that the black suit that I own is a business suit. Just like my now inaanak (the bride), the maarte (fussy) in me thought it just wasn't right for a wedding, so I made a last-minute, off-the-rack purchase. I know the fit isn't ideal but I can live with it; nothing that a projection of confidence can't fix.
I wore the wrong wristwatch, though. It was too thick for my French cuffs, so it kept sliding out. In hindsight, maybe I should've just worn a bracelet. Oh well.
Once again, congratulations and best wishes to Gab and Kate! Have a wonderful married life together.




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