If there was ever an argument for braces, it is the gray flannel trousers in the photo today. They are cut with perfectly straight lines, as all trousers should be, and after five minutes of clinging unsuspended to my waist they have already fallen enough to turn themselves into a mass of rumples.
I had originally been thinking about the limited usefulness of light gray trousers which, after all, can only be worn with jackets that are equally light in tone lest a man appear outrageously top heavy to his detriment. But I am distracted everywhere I turn.
For example, suddenly I cannot get any clothes. It started with the recent visit of a tailor who shall remain un-named. He was to bring two suits that I ordered a year ago, and that were fitted in the spring. But instead of arriving ready to wear, said garments had the same basting thread and appeared no further along than they had been. And then there was the gray glen check mid-weight that should have been fitted this time but was unmistakenly a navy blue pick and pick when it came out of the bag. I wonder if these things happen to other people.
Save as a reminder of an unfortunate experience a decade ago, I could have dismissed that experience as a single tailor having a bad day (year?), but I had another suit on order from a different tailor and when it was brought out for that fitting the trousers were complete but there was no jacket, which had been overlooked despite our extensive conversation about the features of the coat at the time the order was placed. And that is not to mention that I am forced to pack a large suitcase for a short trip to visit my sainted mother because my carry-on is in the shop for the replacement of a wheel, said operation consisting of removing a cotter pin, removing the old wheel and attaching the new one. Five minutes, to be generous, and I have not seen the bag since July. Nor have I seen the jacket and suit I planned to pack which remain in the custody of our Homeland Security with no sign that they shall be released before my flight.
I should make myself a gin cocktail except I seem to be out of Hendricks.