You have just enough spare cash to buy either the latest issue of Penthouse or GQ and you think,"Eh, you've seen one nude, hot babe, you've seen 'em all"

You make up that you have an appointment with the dentist to get off work when you really are meeting up with your shoemaker who's visiting town.

Your Christmas shopping list includes gifts for your shoemaker, shirtmaker, tailor....

You feel the pain of heavy regret at not buying certain shoos when you had the opportunatey........even years later, you still feel the pain at semi regular intervals. l still feel huge pain at not buying all the norvegese Santoni's 10 years ago. l also feel huge pain at not buying more Church's shoos (discontinued models) before the Prada take over. l also still feel pain through not getting Hugo Boss (Vass) shoos a number of years ago.

Last edited by The_Shooman (2007-09-18 22:57:25)

You are always checking out peoples shoos to see how good they are. l'm constantly dissapointed to see what people wear on their feet. People have no standards.

You also dream about setting a `shoo standard' for the country.

Rubber soles would only be permitted under certain circumstances (certain professions, locations and certain other needs), and sneakers would only be worn for sport.

Last edited by The_Shooman (2007-09-19 02:43:30)

Your wife thinks you are having an affair with another woman because it's impossible to believe you're really spending so much time with your tailor.

When you rush out the door for work realizing you haven't a pocket square in your jacket and can't concentrate until you sneak out to a store to buy one.

You know the URLs, moderator names, cast of characters, and chief plot twists of several online clothes 'fora' by heart - and in some cases the exact date they were founded.

Last edited by Gomez (2007-09-19 08:50:41)

^ LOL!

I think Ive got the mother of all stories.

I was at my tailor's when i saw a jacket I wanted; I mean really wanted. Which is funny because I almost never want something someone else is having made up. I asked about the fabric. I was told it was some vicuna and cashmere sport jacket material and the price was astronomical. I pined for months trying to rationalize spending the money for the fabric. One day, I was digging through some of my spare cloths and came across something that looked similar. Closer inspection revealed the same selvedge. I had had the exact material in the very same color for at least a year before I had seen the fabric at my tailor's!

Turns out, i had done a personal favor for another tailor who had given me a grab bag of fabrics as a gift in return. I had put the bag away without inspecting it. Not only did I have enough cloth for a jacket for myself but for a friend of mine as well.