just time to bid a fond farewell to a garment, look you see. probably with far more pictures than i have words, but i have every confidence that i can string some things together around them. although yes i have cheated somewhat and have stuck (consolidated) two together.
necessity has, then, dictated or decreed that i needed to have a bit, as in a lot, of a sort out of things of stuff of things. one rather significant section of this was my wardrobe, or if you like my clothing. garments, i suppose, you could refer to them as, for that is what they are. yes, i am quite terrible for not dispensing with such, but now the time has come to do so.
in one instance of this, it was with a heavy heart and a sense of sorrow that i had to admit, or confess, that yes, it had to go. my most favourite of shirt is in my wardrobe no more.
and there is a most gratifying look at it, presented of course in the greater good and glory of Commodore 64 mode, because, well, why would you not look at such in such a way? but also yes, more regular pictures below. which you may, granted, have looked at without reading this.
exactly why this one was a favourite shirt is pretty straightforward. other than the most splendid pattern, or if you like style, it was a perfect fit and really, really comfortable. without doing any actual research, let alone checking, my assumption is that of the many pictures to feature of me (moi) across this blog, most often it is this shirt which shall feature as being worn.
worn it to death, so i have, to be sure. actually, probably accurate to say that i have gone ahead and opted to make use of it (as in wear it) for much longer time than anything of the condition of the shirt said that i should. but, done now.
i think that one tear in the above pic appeared two, maybe three, years ago. well, no, it was not quite so long, or large, or if you like pronounced, at first. it has gotten a good deal bigger and wider with each successive wearing of it. got, i guess, since now it is mine no more.
did i feel uncomfortable, emotionally, walking around in a shirt which i knew was comfortable if appearing ill-fitting, feeling the eyes of judgement gaze upon me, with people walking by wondering how and why i would leave the house in such an unkempt, worn out item of clothing? at times, yes, i suppose so. but people who are going to do that shall do that anyway, irrespective of what fashion decisions you make. let them get on with it and be comfortable.
here you go, them two pictures what i sellotaped (consolidated) together is below. see if you can see the seam in between the pictures, if you like, for you can clearly see such on the shirt.
both aspects of the collar (as in front and back, if we assume the sides are thin and of no discernible interest) are on display, then. and neither would be what one would consider good. at the top is the back as in outward facing side, with the inner bit featured in the below segment. to say that it was "giving way" would be a bit generous and kind. i am aware of such a thing as a shirt with a detachable collar, but normally they would be designed for such. this shirt was not designed to do it, yet that is what it had started to do. except, i assume, i would not (without sellotape or a stapler) have been able to attach it on again.
provenance of this shirt? it will have been bought many years ago, quite possibly even north of a decade, off of Makro, going on the "Camp Master" branding. blimey, i have had it for a while. or i did have it for a while. yes, i shall miss it a very great deal.
what else can i tell you of, or write, about this particular shirt? not a great deal, honestly. if anything it is quite a surprise that i have been able to write so much as i have.
there, a picture of an almost undamaged section of said beloved and now gone shirt, except for where you can see it is worn out towards the bottom, right of centre.
so, how would (or do) i propose to replace this shirt? not with any ease. other than this particular lightweight cotton not being widely used in the UK (it is all polyester or similar plastic, creaky feeling stuff), the designers and tailors for the market here have an issue. with that issue being they are twats, i think. for some reason they believe any gent who needs a shirt the width (very large indeed) i do must be short. basically, they have used a more indulgent period (Sir) Elton John, or perhaps even prison era Boy George, as the blueprint for large shirts. ones which are the perfect width for me tend to be far too short. sometimes, please note, bigger gents, such as i, are also quite tall.
also, i have had to get rid of a number (several) pairs of trousers (kex, or strides) because, frankly, it is so that the arse is hanging out of them. whereas i am an admirer of the man, i am no Wez out of Mad Max 2 and so cannot get away with wearing them. perhaps not, at least, without sending out an unintended message to certain fellow members of the gentry.
right, that's that. if for some reason you read all of this thank you, and let me dedicate it all to any of you who may also have had to give up a much cherished, dearly loved and frequently worn item of clothing.
be excellent to each other!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
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