My husband loves to rib me for excessive pun usage in my blog titles. He's right, of course, that I am heavy-handed but I can't help it - puns make me giggle. (We met in a book club, for Pete's sake, did he not know what he was marrying?!) I was thrilled therefore when a few days ago he sunk to my literary level by sending me a link to this article and entitling it "My Mourning Jacket." BAM! It turns out that The Met is doing a second special exhibit this year, this one to be unveiled in October and to chronicle the evolution of mourning attire from the 19th and 20th centuries. If it is anything like the Charles James exhibit, I look forward to getting up close and personal with the pieces and learning a bit of history at the same time.
Even if my husband didn't know what he was marrying, I knew what I was marrying: a man who is kind enough to go to these exhibits with me (despite the fact that he spends all of his time in the room with the knights), a man who will send me daily links to fashion articles, and a man with the secret ability to out-pun me!