It is visiting tailor season again, or rather, it will be in ten days. And that means I go on alert whenever the door bell rings, anticipating the delivery of a suit just in time for Mr. Mahon to look at it while he's in town (eleven months is a bit of a wait for any clothing, in my opinion, but such is life).
As each new garment is delivered it is time to commission another, to be fitted either three or six months from now (the wait is less in the case of Mr. Harvey as I see him in London when I visit). This cycle will be clothes for autumn and I am planning two heavier 15 ounce suits for cold weather. That weight is about as heavy as a man can wear comfortably in heated rooms but the warmth is welcome during a twenty block walk in a Manhattan winter.
One of these is likely to be a gray double breasted from a cloth out of Smith Woolens' Whole Fleece book. The other will have a single breasted jacket with a double breasted waistcoat. It will be a rus in urbe (country in the city) suit made from the pictured London Lounge Limited Edition tweed that has been sitting in my office for some time.
Lead time of course is the bane of this travelling tailor business and that applies to Hong Kong's W. W. Chan as well as the English. When a man can regularly visit his tailor in Naples, London, New York or other cities he may be suited in as little as two months.
That said, with visiting season about to begin the waits are forgotten. Hope does indeed spring eternal.