"Greg," I said.
"The situation is getting serious."
"I need clothes. Yes, yes, I know we don't have any money, but I don't have anything to wear. To church, and places like that. Places where you need to be somewhat respectable. I really need new clothes."
He agrees. I go shopping. I come home with this
Now all I need to do is find a church for punk flappers, and I'm good to go.