Showing posts with label clothing. Show all posts
Showing posts with label clothing. Show all posts

Wednesday, April 8, 2015

Haberdashery 1.0



The mackinaw is a jacket of densely woven wool.  It is and has been since its creation available in many colors.  But my guess is that if you ever had one it was either red or blue plaid, most likely red. The story I heard had a seamstress contracted by a military commander to produce jackets for the men at the fort, which fort was located in the Great Lakes region and whose name I have forgotten.  Suffice it to say that it was in the Mackinac region, and hence the moniker eventually attached to the jacket.  As the tale goes, the tailor used military blankets as source for material but ran out of the standard color before the order was complete.  Hence she utilized red plaid blankets, and the most recognizable of the mackinaws has existed ever since.  Timeframe of creation: early nineteenth century.

I have heard this clothing item referred to as a "lumberjack shirt" since it is popular amongst those workers in the north woods.

My mackinaw was plaid in the color shown at the top of this article.  I no longer have it, nor is it likely to be replaced.  If you have one you might want to hold on to it.  If you have purchased a new one recently you have a larger clothing budget than I have.  Or you did have.

Our neighbors in the Land to the North have adopted the mackinaw such that it has virtually become a representative icon of those hardy Northlanders.

You may thank my wee-hours ruminations for this post.  If one is not asleep he has to fill the time with something.*

*On the downside of being 80, sleeplessness in the wee hours is common.  But
on the upside, I don't have to get up and go to work in the morning.  However,
on the downside, nobody cares if I get up or not.  But
on the upside, I really don't care what people think.  Yet
on the downside, no one may find my desiccated carcass for weeks, But
on the upside, I may be in heaven for weeks before the devil knows I died. 
On the downside, some may find this macabre or morbid.
On the upside, see line four above.

Saturday, February 14, 2015

Fabrics


 Denim.  The WranglersTM.

 Cotton blend.  The shirt.

Acrylic.  The cardigan.

Cotton/acrylic blend.  The socks.
The casual man.


For my BBBH.

The warp, me, and the woof! you, woven together,
the fabric of our lives.

Friday, December 13, 2013

Zip!


My jacket has a zipper,
it's slick as it can be.
Closing it keeps me comfy
in the winter-time, you see.

But darn!  I can't work my zipper.
Oh, snap!








Herewith we have illustrated the zipper tale with a photo of a portion of my favorite winter jacket, down-filled, cozy and defiant of winter's windy blasts.  The jacket is replete with many zippers, each functioning to keep the occupant warm, or the owner's possessions safe.

The "Automatic, Continuous Clothing Closure" was conceived by Elias Howe of sewing machine inventing fame in 1851.  He didn't do anything much with his idea.  But along came Whitcomb Judson who improved on the idea and patented his "Clasp Locker" in 1893.  He marketed the product, but with small success.

Then along came Gideon Sundback who went to work for Judson's company and who in 1917 patented the closure in form much as we know it today.  It was first dubbed "Zipper," though, by the B.F. Goodrich Company which utilized it as closure for galoshes.  For a long time, the zipper's primary use was for footwear and tobacco pouches.  It was not until the late thirties that fashion designers finally caught on.1

Thus with this introduction, we are ready to return to the bit of doggerel with which the piece opened.  As a boy, of course, I buttoned my fly much in the same manner as I buttoned my shirt, teaching my little fingers the intricacies of grasping the placket and twisting the button carefully as I guided it through the buttonhole.  I am sure you can imagine the elation I experienced when I finally got trousers with a zipper!2  This started a life-long appreciation for this type closure, and I became quite adept not only at using them myself, but at assisting tiny tots (being a father and an elementary school teacher), and at unclogging and repairing the things.

Of course, therefore, I am stunned and saddened, nay, amazed and angry, to find that I can no longer work the zippers on my jackets.  And the fly is becoming a hassle as well.  Had you encountered the little me seventy-five years ago and noted that my fly was open, you could pretty much be assured that the boy was in too much of a hurry to complete the job properly.  Should you encounter a doddering old man shuffling along with his habiliments in a state of disarray, be considerate.  Life is not a bowl of cherries, and zipping is not always an easy glide.3

1 info gleaned from about.com
2 Some people still pay extra to get the old-fashioned button flies.  Well, different strokes.
3The zipper difficulty I have is basically with my winter jackets.  The memory difficulty I have basically applies to everything.  Oh, dear.  This is Friday the Thirteenth.