How Much Nickel Alloy is in J.Crew Zippers v. Levi's Zippers? - Page 4

Originally Posted by Vinnie Vegas

Well, for a metal zipper:

What you want to do is take it to a good tailor, and have him separate the teeth of the zipper from the fabric tape that it's attached to - Make sure that he removes the teeth FROM the fabric tape, and not the fabric tape FROM the teeth - It might sound trivial, but those of us with experience will tell you that it's a mistake that you do not want to make!

Then, when you have the teeth separate, you will want to clean them with a high-grade jewellery polish, but make sure you get the right one for the kind of metal your zipper is made of, as this can cause major disasters as well. Make sure you clean each tooth individually with a paintbrush made from Andalusian dog's hair, consisting of no more than 24 strands. Also, ensure that you go in a clockwise motion - Anti-clockwise is fraught with danger!

After that, you want to take the strips of fabric tape to the dry cleaners - Some will say that you can wash them in a regular washing machine on delicate, but I prefer to have them dry cleaned so that I can have them professionally pressed afterwards.

After all of that is done, have your tailor re-assemble the zipper - Some people will tell you that you should tag the left and right strips of fabric tape so as not to confuse them and throw off the whole balance of the pants, but truth be told, any tailor who can't tell the difference by feel probably isn't fit to be doing such work.

Then, wear your pants and enjoy all of the compliments you will receive.

But to answer your original question, you should undergo this process every 25-30 zipping/unzipping cycles

Originally Posted by naaaaate

"i squandered my life" the words come out involuntarily, truth speaks on its own accord.

the grey weed has spread from the temples and overtaken the once brown foliage of the scalp, every day this earthly vessel transform further and further from the spry youth it embodied into a walking symbol of death itself, time has won this battle.

the denial has carried me this far, but today the burden was too much for it to bare, and through the cracks in the wall of repression, the mid-life crisis has finally broken through.

i am old.

the world goes black, i feel myself slipping, falling. is this the end? is this how we go? lost and alone in the darkness - wait! something has caught me, but what? i open my eyes, is this an angel? she is beauty, she is warmth ebbing, she is savior. but i am no one.

"leave me to die" i say

but she only shakes her head. "you're still young, you're still cool, and we've got just the henley's to prove it!" she holds me, coddling me in the $29.95 size large (18 colors available)

"my daughter has grown up, she doesn't speak to me; my wife has grown apart, she speaks to another man" i can barely stammer the words without crying

"do not worry child, madras is summer's answer to the flannel! model is wearing color: sunwashed boat port deck trinidad."

"i'm obsolete. i am replaced. i am cultural mulch. i can no longer control my bowels"

she laughs, caressing my bloated, athletic-built stomach, from when i swam 40 years ago, which doctor tells me is healthy and normal, not fat. "our shirts are cut just right, not too slim, not too loose. that classic cool."

"the liars, the liars on the internet, they don't like you... they want to destroy you... i want to fight them... give me the power to fight them, to defend your honor!"

but there is no need for vengeance in her heart, she is seraphic and sublime. "our pynchon suit cut is designed by our master stylist, business cool and classic formal, all in one authentic package. wear it three different ways."

she has given me so much already, but what can i give her? i open my mouth to speak but she knowingly cuts me off-

"build me a temple. a temple of a thousand posts. a temple of ten thousand posts. a ziggarut of posts so high they reach the heavans of the forums unpierced by human thought."

for a second i could swear her teeth grew oddly sharp and her eyes flickered with a tinge of red, but i try to put that out of my mind.

i am reborn. i am the phoenix rising from the ashes of the banana republic into the fury of the chambray fires. and i am wearing a henley over a flannel.

it's time to post.

Originally Posted by ctrlaltelite

i think we're long overdue for a baller zipper thread -- and then a sub-thread for the servants that ballers pay to zip them.

Originally Posted by Magician

Please do not shit this thread up with your frou frou "fashion-y" brands this is about classic STYLE that is TIMELESS.

Originally Posted by Vinnie Vegas

I'm sorry - Is reading difficult for you, or are you just really busy? Even if you're busy, it's 287 words, which by average reading speed should take a little over a minute to read... Unless of course you have some kind of developmental disability, in which case, you should have your carer read it to you.

Originally Posted by naaaaate

"i squandered my life" the words come out involuntarily, truth speaks on its own accord. the grey weed has spread from the temples and overtaken the once brown foliage of the scalp, every day this earthly vessel transform further and further from the spry youth it embodied into a walking symbol of death itself, time has won this battle. the denial has carried me this far, but today the burden was too much for it to bare, and through the cracks in the wall of repression, the mid-life crisis has finally broken through. i am old. the world goes black, i feel myself slipping, falling. is this the end? is this how we go? lost and alone in the darkness - wait! something has caught me, but what? i open my eyes, is this an angel? she is beauty, she is warmth ebbing, she is savior. but i am no one. "leave me to die" i say but she only shakes her head. "you're still young, you're still cool, and we've got just the henley's to prove it!" she holds me, coddling me in the $29.95 size large (18 colors available) "my daughter has grown up, she doesn't speak to me; my wife has grown apart, she speaks to another man" i can barely stammer the words without crying "do not worry child, madras is summer's answer to the flannel! model is wearing color: sunwashed boat port deck trinidad." "i'm obsolete. i am replaced. i am cultural mulch. i can no longer control my bowels" she laughs, caressing my bloated, athletic-built stomach, from when i swam 40 years ago, which doctor tells me is healthy and normal, not fat. "our shirts are cut just right, not too slim, not too loose. that classic cool." "the liars, the liars on the internet, they don't like you... they want to destroy you... i want to fight them... give me the power to fight them, to defend your honor!" but there is no need for vengeance in her heart, she is seraphic and sublime. "our pynchon suit cut is designed by our master stylist, business cool and classic formal, all in one authentic package. wear it three different ways." she has given me so much already, but what can i give her? i open my mouth to speak but she knowingly cuts me off- "build me a temple. a temple of a thousand posts. a temple of ten thousand posts. a ziggarut of posts so high they reach the heavans of the forums unpierced by human thought." for a second i could swear her teeth grew oddly sharp and her eyes flickered with a tinge of red, but i try to put that out of my mind. i am reborn. i am the phoenix rising from the ashes of the banana republic into the fury of the chambray fires. and i am wearing a henley over a flannel. it's time to post.

Originally Posted by naaaaate

"i squandered my life" the words come out involuntarily, truth speaks on its own accord.

the grey weed has spread from the temples and overtaken the once brown foliage of the scalp, every day this earthly vessel transform further and further from the spry youth it embodied into a walking symbol of death itself, time has won this battle.

the denial has carried me this far, but today the burden was too much for it to bare, and through the cracks in the wall of repression, the mid-life crisis has finally broken through.

i am old.

the world goes black, i feel myself slipping, falling. is this the end? is this how we go? lost and alone in the darkness - wait! something has caught me, but what? i open my eyes, is this an angel? she is beauty, she is warmth ebbing, she is savior. but i am no one.

"leave me to die" i say

but she only shakes her head. "you're still young, you're still cool, and we've got just the henley's to prove it!" she holds me, coddling me in the $29.95 size large (18 colors available)

"my daughter has grown up, she doesn't speak to me; my wife has grown apart, she speaks to another man" i can barely stammer the words without crying

"do not worry child, madras is summer's answer to the flannel! model is wearing color: sunwashed boat port deck trinidad."

"i'm obsolete. i am replaced. i am cultural mulch. i can no longer control my bowels"

she laughs, caressing my bloated, athletic-built stomach, from when i swam 40 years ago, which doctor tells me is healthy and normal, not fat. "our shirts are cut just right, not too slim, not too loose. that classic cool."

"the liars, the liars on the internet, they don't like you... they want to destroy you... i want to fight them... give me the power to fight them, to defend your honor!"

but there is no need for vengeance in her heart, she is seraphic and sublime. "our pynchon suit cut is designed by our master stylist, business cool and classic formal, all in one authentic package. wear it three different ways."

she has given me so much already, but what can i give her? i open my mouth to speak but she knowingly cuts me off-

"build me a temple. a temple of a thousand posts. a temple of ten thousand posts. a ziggarut of posts so high they reach the heavans of the forums unpierced by human thought."

for a second i could swear her teeth grew oddly sharp and her eyes flickered with a tinge of red, but i try to put that out of my mind.

i am reborn. i am the phoenix rising from the ashes of the banana republic into the fury of the chambray fires. and i am wearing a henley over a flannel.

it's time to post.

Originally Posted by willy cheesesteak

Yo I just saved that to Microsoft Word.