Here's a couple for those who enjoy thrifting:
Now I know that we are all excited by the things we find in thrift stores; I certainly fall into that category! Recently I found two things in "found" things:
In shopping one of my favorite thrift shops here in L.A., I got my hands on a beautiful Facconable sport coat. Plaid, hand made by Cantarelli, 10% cashmere, floating canvas, wonderful hand to the garment, etc. Took it to the tailor, as the sleeves needed a bit of an adjustment. Last night I wore it, to much ooh and aah-ing, and, as I was running my hand over the coat, my hand fell over something in the breast pocket. Reaching in, I took out the original price tag! $875.00 in 1998! There it was, extant, as if it were put there yesterday. I love knowing the original price, (I paid $16!), but also found it interesting that it made it from the closet, through the thrift store, and the tailor, and still was there! A great buy, and a little history.
But here's the REAL kicker: From a seller on ebay I purchased a Johns & Pegg of Savile Row absolutely wonderful, pristine, gorgeous navy chalk-stripe DB suit. The thing is truly truly truly a work of art. The interior pocket of the coat tells us it was made in 1980; the seller lives in NYC, I, as heretofore mentioned, in SoCal; the seller indicated he had bought it at a thrift store, but it turned out to be unalterably small in the pants, hence his listing it. So, I bought it for $40.00, plus shipping, and had it mailed. The coat fit as if it were made for me; not the 80's big shoulders, but, rather, a traditional and tasteful S.R. cut. LOVELY! The pants, however, needed a bit of alteration, so I took them in to my tailor, who did the requisite ooh and aah, then adjusted. Afterwards I took them to the cleaners, and hung the suit up, waiting for the right event to break it out. Well, the day came, my bride and I were attending a party where it was time to knock some eyes from their sockets. So I donned the pants. However, I felt a small lump in the little change pocket on the right side of the pants. What can it be? I hadn't worn them yet, save for the moment of trying them on for the tailor. Digging down in the relatively deep pocket, I came up up with a small vial. What is this? In my dotage, I need reading glasses, went over and got them, and came into the light to discover: A SMALL VIAL OF COCAINE I nearly jumped out of my skin! Running into my wife's dressing room, we looked over the vial, opened it, determine it was indeed Coke, and, so amazed, I even showed it to my sons! Now WHAT speaks to the 80's more than THAT?! EH?! And again, heres a Savile Row suit, given to a thrift shop, made it through the seller's home, (I have no doubt the seller had no knowledge/involvement whatsoever; the vial is quite worn), across the country, to the tailor, then the cleaner's, to finally land on my body, where the vial was then found! Needless to say, it was THE story of the dinner party, and has been told over and over since, by others as well as by me! In fact, some folks have told me the story third-hand now, so it's really making the rounds!
Just goes to show, thrifting not only has it's thrills, (This week alone, I found two Canali sport coats, one Canali suit; a Sartoria St. Andrews SC, which is amazing, two Brioni ties, and an Armani Black Label linen jacket) it also has amazing by-products, and sometimes, a little history! SO much FUN!!!!!