Today, I got a navy two-button Ermenegildo Zegna jacket, an Orvis houndstooth jacket, an unstructured silk/linen/wool jacket, and a pair of Orvis tan suede chukka boots that look like they've been worn maybe a couple times (there's a small smudge on one toe and the soles are darkened from walking outside, but that's it; they're available to anyone who takes a size 10).
Also: A light blue long-sleeved polo-collar cashmere sweater, a yellow Izod Lacoste sweater (Lacoste is available, undecided on the other), a couple of pairs of $3 Gap/BR chinos to bum around in, and a Polo dressing gown in blackwatch tartan, new with tags. It's a men's small, so it ought to work as a present to my girlfriend so she has something nice and comfy to lounge around in at my house.
Passed up: A couple of interesting jackets, including one peak-lapelled light-grey thing with surgeon's cuffs that was apparently custom-made in Hong Kong; some trousers of questionable provenance, some Polo trousers whose color I couldn't discern as I am not too hot with the color-recognition thing, and some Polo chinos that made my ass look like it should be advertising tires; and a pair of AE tassel loafers in my size (the leather was sorta beat up and they have tassels, and neither quality appeals to me very much).
Oh, and there was one pair of dark-blue pants that, when I looked inside for labels, revealed a nice, healthy skid mark. I almost ralphed.