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One of Two New Mercer Shirts. . .

Left by the front door late yesterday (Thursday) afternoon, the first of two shirts ordered from Mercer.  The Tattersall model is delayed until the factory opens again.


The first of two shirts ordered at the start of February arrived yesterday afternoon. WHile my second shirt will be delayed by a bit, I am very pleased with the results overall for the first shirt and will most likely place another order for two or three OCBDs in various colors once things get back to normal.  Would you look at that collar roll below!

-- Heinz-Ulrich




Said shirt modeled with necktie and navy blazer this (Friday) afternoon.  Very comfortable, nice collar roll, and good fit prior to washing.  My normal dimensions for many, many years have been 15" x 33".  The sleeves are a bit too long and the collar a tad loose around the neck, but some shrinkage is expected with a warm first wash and cycle in the dryer, so I'll reserve judgement.  Not bad for a first run.  Not bad at all.

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  1. Mercer is great, but a warning, do not starch. My cuffs started fraying after maybe 5 trips to the laundry. Now, I turn them up, with the offset button, which is cool also. But sorry I ever starched my first Mercer shirt.

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  2. Are they using the real Oxford cloth?

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