I relate madly to this glorious sartorial memory piece. I bought a denim jacket in the '80s (with a big ol' patchwork quilt design) that was from the '60s & wore it down to an absolute nub for decades. Could not throw it away. While I was working up the courage to bid it farewell my husband sneaked it away & brought it to a tailor who cut away the patchwork & sewed it into a new black denim jacket. He presented it to me one Christmas. I still wear it today.
Thanks for this thought-provoking, life-affirming essay!
A most enjoyable read Paul. I was gifted the same style jacket from a long time girlfriend at an army surplus store across the street from Roy Rogers on Route 1 in Mamaroneck. I loved it, but only possessed it for a short 6 months. I searched everywhere, with no luck. I regret not returning to purchase a replacement. I lose things. Is there a word for that?
I relate madly to this glorious sartorial memory piece. I bought a denim jacket in the '80s (with a big ol' patchwork quilt design) that was from the '60s & wore it down to an absolute nub for decades. Could not throw it away. While I was working up the courage to bid it farewell my husband sneaked it away & brought it to a tailor who cut away the patchwork & sewed it into a new black denim jacket. He presented it to me one Christmas. I still wear it today.
Thanks for this thought-provoking, life-affirming essay!
Thanks, Ellen! The denim jacket is America at its finest!
Nice period piece. Chapeaux-bas.
Great essay Paul! And I remember you wearing the jacket.
A most enjoyable read Paul. I was gifted the same style jacket from a long time girlfriend at an army surplus store across the street from Roy Rogers on Route 1 in Mamaroneck. I loved it, but only possessed it for a short 6 months. I searched everywhere, with no luck. I regret not returning to purchase a replacement. I lose things. Is there a word for that?