For JS, Dec, 2010:
Tough it out this winter in the warmest, coolest knitwear in town.
Rugged Shetland wool spun and knitted into that seamless hand framed Ivy League look that hasn't changed since the 1950s. Softness & strength combined into timeless designs and classic colours.
If you only buy one sweater this Winter - Buy one of each of these!
"There ain't nothing like the real thing" - Seriously, grab these before they disappear.
Jim
Jimmy was spot on in this posting. I've been busy investing in Shetland crew necks. Ain't finished yet.
He often went for obscure names.
Nice one ol’ chum on Jimmy’s jumpers.
I loved the Shetland saddle shoulder sweater with the handknit (and ‘seamless’ — if that be the right word for it) neck. Handsewn? Brooks always did an English or Scottish made one. Not as nice as the private label stuff for shops or some of the more expensive Ralph Lauren ones. I suppose in UK If you know how to dig you find. Some shops had all makers labels removed. Other’s didn’t. I remember Pringle and MacGregor in the USA.
I picked up some Johnstons of Elgin sweaters, scarves and blankets (or “rugs?? ) that were just lovely. Love all that stuff. I hope the UK has the wherewithal to keep making the good stuff.
I just read a book on history of decline of British manufacturing in several sectors. A pity. All politics aside. I like those local specialities and hate to see the spread of a damn Starbucks et Al everywhere. I’ll stop now before i rant. But when i do find great little shops i try to buy in same way if i go into an Indy bookshop or record shop i try to get something. Except I’ve been tried by bookshops of late. Bunch of annoying righteous little 20 somethibg lefties with no real learning. Things were better in my day. Starting to sound like that old tom22 now. Over and out.
There are some nice Irish-made sweaters and cardigans on Ebay at the moment (now my main source of supply again after a good many years of not bothering because of PP), including one or two with labels in Gaelic. That rather appeals to me.
Interestingly, in this small textile (well, it was) town where I live the chains have not made much of an impact. McDonalds and Subway came and went. Costa is the only thing on the high street, so plenty of fools walking around clutching 'phone, keys and coffee beaker with plastic lid. Yet try buying something as basic as a sandwich or a pair of shoe-laces.
A new secondhand bookshop is due to open in the autumn. My current reading is about 95 per cent American: from John O'Hara to Nat Hentoff.
Just bought a nice hand-framed sweater on Ebay. That makes five pieces of knitwear in just a few days. But here we are, on the fourth of July, and my hands are cold, I'm already thinking of leaves falling from the trees and Bill Evans recital of 'Santa Claus Is Coming To Town' (not one of Bill's finest moments, according to his biographer).