Ode to a suit

My favorite work suit seems to have died. It was a sage green (separates actually) from Talbots. I felt confidant in it. It hid my figure flaws. I was "locked and loaded" with the coat buttoned. Then it needed cleaning. The pants were washable, but the coat was sent to the sry cleaners. It came back with the interfacing rippled. Oh the woe! I wore it on my second interview anyways. I wore the pants yesterday. The zipper is broke. I am not a good enough seastress to replace the zipper. So it is time to bid goodbye to the suit. It died before it's prime. It was less than a year old.