Here’s a present for you. I found this at the thrift store today, and if I didn’t already have a black watch plaid version at the tailor, I’d keep it. I’m planning to bust out the black watch at my company’s holiday party and if you don’t already have a straight pimp blazer for yours—I suggest you snag this Pendleton one. It’s currently five bones and a trip to the tailor for a trim will likely set you back two Jacksons and maybe some new buttons for fifteen and you’re set.
I was given a fluffy red Pendleton Cowichan-styled sweater this weekend from a lady at the Goodwill downtown (K and I call it the “Greatwill.”). I commented on how nice the sweater was when she was trying to return it, and because she wasn’t able to, she gave it to me. It’s not as cool as the Dude’s, but it suits me.
If you’re not familiar, the Greatwill is the one that’s across from the library downtown. Here’s a link. The place is really not that great. The prices are high and they have too many velour jumpsuits and Johnston & Murphy shoes (which I bet I’ll be wishing for in thirty years).
I’m realizing how boring this must be to read and I don’t want this thing to turn into just talk about consuming shit. So I’ll end with, I picked up an unstained and untattered beige Pendleton tie from the regular old Goodwill this evening at the low price of four ninety-nine. And if you haven’t immersed yourself in the companies that are prospering in this Americana palooza, Pendleton Woolen Mills started in Pendleton, Oregon. And new Pendleton items are expensive but they make good old fashioned quality garb.
