Here’s a sample of how the magazine looked1 back then:
1 Why”Nobleman’s Chancery” and not “Gentleman’s Quarterly”? Because I’m using historically accurate words, of course!
…and I fear their lawyers.
Tag: Fashion
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Poop deck: The Moore’s the merrier
“I’d like a suit, please.” I strode past the employee and ignored his greeting. From the water bottle in his one hand and phone in the other, he must have been going on a break. Did I care? Of course not. Does anyone care about people who work in customer service? No1. Not even their spouses or parents.
“Custom fit,” I added, over my shoulder.
He ushered me over to the three-way mirror, fetched a measuring tape and a tablet. After thirty minutes of fussing, he stood back up.
“So,” he said, stretching his back. “I’ll get our catalogue of styles and fabrics so you can—“
“No need, my friend. Make it like that one.” I pointed a sharp cut suit hanging from the wall.
“Okay, fine. And how about the fabric?”
I raised an eyebrow in what I thought was a both provocative and insouciant manner.
“Black velvet…if you please.”
He frowned. “We don’t carry black velvet. That’s not—“
“No, no. Black velvet. Like this,” I said. I took a breath, my chest expanding like a marshmallow in the microwave. “‘BLACK VELVET IN THA’ LEETLE BOHY’S SMIIIIIIILE! BLACK VELVET IN THA’ SLOH SUTHUN STYLE!2”
Point is, I’m not allowed in Moore’s3 anymore.
1This sounds cruel, but as anyone who’s worked in customer service (including myself) knows, it’s true.
2A song by Allannah Myles. Here’s the Wikipedia article
3Moore’s being a men’s clothing store here in Canada (and owned by a US company who’s probably owned by some other company situated on the Moon).
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Poop deck: Terminal thrift
Screws stored in old caulking tubes my late Opa kept (while he was alive; he didn’t have much use for them once he died). The Quality Street tin I turned into a fish food organizer. Soylent Green. Compost. Thrift is a good thing. And the worse the world economies do, the more I admire this lady.