The January issue of National Geographic has an article on the Hebrides Islands of Scotland. Coincidentally, I learned just a few days ago that the Outer Hebrides is also the only place in the world that makes “Harris Tweed.”
I looked up the fabric because one of my holiday purchases was a herringbone tweed coat that had a “Harris Tweed” tag stitched to its inner lining. I’ve always wanted a tweed coat but had little idea what Harris meant, and Wikipedia had an answer. The other coat I got at a holiday sale is made with LP’s Storm System fabric, supposedly pure wool treated to be rain- and wind-resistant. I tried it out once on a rainy day, and realized it was no substitute for an umbrella.
Probably yet another sign of me grow up (and old). In my mission to replace my student-era wardrobe with 30-something work clothes, I gave up the idea of focusing on style/design (in part because there are only so many choices that are office-appropriate, and in part because few designers design with my nonexistent waistline in mind anyway) and tried to learn more about the fabrics. Reminds me of how my aunts used to scrutinize the fabrics of my new clothes and scoff at me for having wasted so much money for brandname clothes made with cheap fabrics. At the time I thought their focus on the fabrics was either because they were fabrics merchants and dealers, or because that was a remnant of their past when one of the few distinguishing features in a sea of blue and gray Mao suits was the quality of the fabric. Now I realize it’s probably an age thing too.
Speaking of which, I came to the realization that when I first started writing this blog a little over 5 years ago, I was into rap and hip-hop. Those gave way to Jack Johnson, Jamie Cullum and the like. Nowadays I play Bach’s cello suites from start to finish to start whenever I get a chance, something I never thought I could sit down to do, much less enjoy, when I was humming along with Eminem’s songs years ago.
I guess people do change. And change is good.