Harris Tweed

Peeps

the letter said

Dear Mrs K

You are a winner!, now you cant get a better introduction in a letter than that, and the quality of the paper was a wonderful cream woven paper, non of this cheap photocopy stuff, oh no I think the phrase your looking for is "Bespoke"...

I was the winner of a genuine Harris Tweed gentlemans Dalmore jacket, rrp £250.00, all they required were hubs measurements and they would dispatch the item forthwith (yes I am getting carried away, but I need to*. Well I had a go at measuring but decided it should be a professional so I enlisted the skills of my neighbour (and seamstress to the irish dancing stars of tomorrow, Ann), as I was advised to watch the promotional video clip on the website first we three stood around our home computer screen and watched as a posh gent greeted us by opening a heavy wooden door and said.....

Good morning sir,


Feel the quality of this genuine Harris Tweed custom made jacket, woven by hand by crofters of the West Isles of Scotland, using 21 different colours, yes made in the outer hebredes today and always will be. The quality is protected by an act of parliament, it comes complete with the beautiful mahogany coat hanger, you will just ooze style and class....

well after that informative clip I looked at hubs who was puffing his chest out and had a certain look on his face you dont see when he is eating a meat and potatoe pie at the match, oh yes this was quality the likes of which we may never see again...

Our seamstress neighbour measured him in three places (I think we were all kind of releived it wasnt a suit he had won, too familiar by far.

the following day, armed with these measurements I phoned the order through to Lorna at Harris Tweed Scotland (who disapointingly didnt have a scottish accent) and three days later, the door bell sounded at the office i work in (is there any point in having things delivered to home our home address? I am at work during normal delivery hours anyhow) I signed for the parcel and opened it to reveal something that was beautifully made and very possibly the most expensive item I have won in a long time..... a couple of colleagues tried the jacket on and then it was home for hubs.

Nervously he took it off the mahogony hanger and eased it over his shoulders, perfect, now did he really have to do a posh voice, and ask wear his cravat was?

now the next thing to consider is what on earth does he wear with it?

He did mutter as he put it in his wardrobe, "it makes the rest of my clothes look shxx", never a true word has been spoken, it could be because the rest of your wardrobe is shxx........ meanwhile somewhere in the trafford centre lurks a pair of pants/jeans and a top that will go with it all.....

more on that story later

Mahoooooo



Aparantly.