Sartorial elegance

By: roughseasinthemed

Aug 05 2011

Category: Dressing up, Gibraltar

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I had a rather elegant friend at university who sported a nice black jacket. Not so much a blazer as a winter sort of thing.


It was barathea, he told me. I took myself off to the local posh school outfitters and bought myself a boys barathea jacket to go with my jeans. So sophisticated I thought. Good value for money too, top class jacket.


I come from a tailoring family and when one of my great uncles died – there was a load of pure wool fabric to be made into a suit. I went to a men’s tailor and insisted on a three piece suit, slim skirt, waistcoat, and a men’s single breasted style jacket.


The skirt and the jacket are long gone, but I still have the waistcoat.


After that, I discovered Vogue Designer Patterns and the world of chic suits became my oyster as I made one designer suit after another.


These days, I don’t need suits. I need shorts and short trousers. My sewing machine is in very sad need of repair. I don’t want pretty flimsy shorts with flowers embroidered on them. I really want nice tough cotton shorts with decent pockets.


Last year, my partner bought some shorts from Zara. In the sale, I hasten to add. I eyed them up and wondered if they would be ok for me. Exactly what I wanted. So I tried some on in a small size. Well, hell, I don’t know how Spanish men are built (fortunately) but there was sure as hell an awful lot of space out the front. Too much, so back on the rack they went.


This week, Partner bought some shorts from Next. I eyed them greedily. In fact, at home, I tried a pair on and thought if they were smaller they would work.


Today I went down the town determined to buy men’s shorts. The style he had bought wasn’t in my ‘size’. But the camo pair was. Thick fabric, loads of secure pockets, and not even made in China.


I bought them.


Twenty or even ten years ago, I wouldn’t have had a hope in hell of them fitting me. I was far too slim. But these days my middle aged figure means I can buy decent shorts. Something to be said for getting older and differently figured.

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