The well-dressed man. Kent was fastidious about how he looked. A peek into his closet would show you suits lined up---the one on the end was worn for a day, carefully hung on the hangar and placed at the end of the day at the other end of the rack--the "rotation"-- that way every suit was worn the same amount. He had over 100 ties to choose from, but nearly every a.m. I was consulted about the color. He was a regular at the drycleaner, 5 shirts a week, when one displeased him with to many wrinkles, he switched to other cleaner in town, until they displeased him and then he switched back:) The socks . . . amazing that in nearly 33 years of marriage, I NEVER picked up a sock, or underwear from the floor. A place for everything and everything in its place was his motto--I know I was a blessed woman, indeed! Back to socks, the first year he was a banker, he discovered that I was matching up a 6 week old navy blue sock with a 6 month old navy blue sock, So . . . . he began safety pinning them together at the heel when he took them off at night, they went through the washer, dryer and into the basket together and back into his drawers, sorted by color of course, to be worn again. He told me he thought he had saved both of us HOURS of work not matching socks all those years--you might want to try this idea--I think he's right!
This photo was taken at Puttin on the Ritz in Des Moines on Feb. 12. by Kent using the timer on the digital camera in our hotel room. He always made sure that we made this annual benefit for the Balloon Classic a getaway weekend, and we had a wonderful time this year, just like the past 5 years. I am so going to miss the fun times . . . . . with my amazing, handsome husband.