It has long been my ambition to have a bespoke suit tailored for me, but as the day when I have a spare grand lying about is yet to be entered on my calendar, it remains something of a dream.
But the thought of spending a day in a musty old tailor's shop being measured by well-spoken, polite, ageing gentlemen, choosing cloth from huge rolls and seeing the chalk marks on the fabric is something that gets my juices running. And apparently, no suit will ever fit you as magnificently as a tailored one.
Karl to Homer: You! Let it all hang out!
Karl to tailor: You! Hide it!
Oh, and I didn't start the suit thread, though I wish I had. It was seth. |