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"If you see something you want. . ."

 

The above photograph has been "borrowed" from the J. Press website.

"If you see something you want," advised my late mother, "buy it.  It won't be there when you go back later."  A favorite (and wise) adage hers that I still follow whenever possible.  

So when this item appeared on clearance at J. Press, I mulled it over for a couple of days, and then clicked the requisite boxes to make the online purchase.  Should be here within the week.

Once upon a time, I had a similar jacket by Corbin that I foolishly purged before we left Central Illinois ('Illi-noir' anyone?)  for Michigan almost 10 years ago.  Not sure what I was thinking at the time since I did like the item and wore it routinely.  

This one will be a bit nicer and help me make sartorial amends.  At least to myself.

-- Heinz-Ulrich

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  1. CharlottesvilleMarch 8, 2024 at 10:30 AM

    Very nice coat, Heinz-Ulrich. I have been sorely tempted by the recent J. Press sale as well, but so far have limited myself to a pair of navy cords. I think you were wise to yield to your mother's advice.

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  2. AnonymousMarch 9, 2024 at 2:28 PM

    Thank you, Charlottesville! It arrived today and is even more handsome in the flesh under good light. Will drop it off at the tailor's Monday afternoon for the usual minor alterations. With any luck, I should have it back inside of a week.

    Kind Regards,

    H-U

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