A few years ago I stumbled on a scrap of vintage cheviot tweed stuffed into a corner in the back room of a famous London cloth merchant, W. Bill. It seemed orphaned, lost. There was barely enough cloth to make a coat but the brown and blue grays in the glen check appealed to me so I took it home. Recently I had it made into a coat.
When you choose fabrics or clothes, trust your instincts. Let your imagination come to the fore.
There is something special about this tweed. It has a very “old world” aura, it whispers soothing, kind words. The lowly orphaned tweed turned out to be something of a prince after all thanks to the work of a great tailor.