FYI, Acorn fabrics makes an excellent quality oxford cloth which far surpasses the commercial varieties from Brooks, RL etc. It has a great look and is both soft and comfortable to wear. They don't make enough colors yet but they are going to expand, they do have the basics though, five solid colors white/pink/yellow/blue and darker blue and a pink, wine, sky blue and navy blue Bengal stripe.
http://www.acornfabrics.com/oxford_page.html
I've looked at their range. I am all set for Oxfords until one needs to be replaced, but I have looked at their summer cloths to get made into short sleeve shirts for the summer. I think I may give the Barbados a try.
who makes your shirts after you buy the cloth
very good formby, anyone you would recommend
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Indeed, sometimes you have to leave where you are from to move on and up towards your destination. I never had a pot to piss in, until I left my home town and the UK for good at age of 31, and then everything fell into place, financially and sexually and all the other shit. I had travelled and worked away extensively in the UK, but until I left its shores, my life resembled a work by Alan Bleasdale or an episode of Brookside, and then it suddenly became Noel Coward's Mad Dogs and Englishman and A Marvellous Party all in one, overnight and wiped away clean all the bollocks that was before.
I may be one of those curious disaffected sorts, I've had my adventures in South America and I make my stand in Europe, rather than the South China Seas. I'm drinking Laphroaig now, in search of the truth, but I still have no answers to the questions I was asking when I was 17, at least I've had more fun now, and I am not bothered about those questions anymore. And I never picked cotton, but I worked in those fabrication shops of steel machinery, oil and hard graft, and I spent all those years from 15.3/4 until 31 longing for an office where there were women and the chance of affairs and ellicit love affairs, and now, it means nothing, I could go back and work there, and it wouldn't hurt, I would be satisfied, but if I had never left, I would be the bitterist man alive.
Oddly, when I went to Liverpool Poly, it completely reversed my life. Its now called John Moore's University, but I know the truth. There's a big difference between the old red bricks and those establishments of mediocrity and ineptitude of the grey bricks.