Melcombe
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My Ermenegildo Zegna summer jacket has died aged about 12 years.
We first became acquainted in a charity shop on the South Coast when I was captivated by a combination of fantastically light fabric in a fine check, a half lining and a cut that was strongly waisted on a 3 button layout. At a price of £7.50 I could quite imagine at the time it was 1% of the new price and, so far as I could see, unblemished.
Over the years, we spent many happy hours in each others company. My EZ companion attract admiring glances and comments as befitted a classic design perfectly executed. Last summer I carefully put it away in a suit cover and thence to my wardrobe to sleep overwinter.
When I roused my faithful garment I was horrified to notice 2 small holes in the inside of the collar but perilously close to the top edge. Moths. Bastards.
The only solution, invisible mending : inside the collar, all I needed was to stop any fraying. That's when the fatal decision was taken to go to a local repairing tailor on recommendation of a trusted friend. I explained what I wanted bade au revoir to EZ and left it to its fate.
On collecting it today, the repairer had taken it upon himself to take a **** out of the inside of the collar, along with the small holes, and thereby shortening the collar, making it sit like a chorizo on my shoulders. My friend was irretrievably injured and I did the only thing I could in the circumstances and committed it's lifeless body to the Salvation Army clothes bank.
Family flowers only please.
Every cloud has a silver lining. So good had been the recommendation that I had resolved to entrust other alteration and repair projects to this house of horror. Now I know better.
We first became acquainted in a charity shop on the South Coast when I was captivated by a combination of fantastically light fabric in a fine check, a half lining and a cut that was strongly waisted on a 3 button layout. At a price of £7.50 I could quite imagine at the time it was 1% of the new price and, so far as I could see, unblemished.
Over the years, we spent many happy hours in each others company. My EZ companion attract admiring glances and comments as befitted a classic design perfectly executed. Last summer I carefully put it away in a suit cover and thence to my wardrobe to sleep overwinter.
When I roused my faithful garment I was horrified to notice 2 small holes in the inside of the collar but perilously close to the top edge. Moths. Bastards.
The only solution, invisible mending : inside the collar, all I needed was to stop any fraying. That's when the fatal decision was taken to go to a local repairing tailor on recommendation of a trusted friend. I explained what I wanted bade au revoir to EZ and left it to its fate.
On collecting it today, the repairer had taken it upon himself to take a **** out of the inside of the collar, along with the small holes, and thereby shortening the collar, making it sit like a chorizo on my shoulders. My friend was irretrievably injured and I did the only thing I could in the circumstances and committed it's lifeless body to the Salvation Army clothes bank.
Family flowers only please.
Every cloud has a silver lining. So good had been the recommendation that I had resolved to entrust other alteration and repair projects to this house of horror. Now I know better.
... nah
(Thanks also for the clip from the Godfather. I have now wasted over an hour reviewing a good deal more of them: I had forgotten what a good film it is.)
