Finding men's clothes at the dump is notoriously hard; men wear their clothes until they are rags, have no sense of style, or smell really bad. But every now and again, if you're really lucky, you'll find a trash bag or box full of glorious cast-offs. Probably washed and folded by some loving little honey-lamb of a wife with tiny hands.
Yesterday was one of those days.
Here's just a little peek of what we got.
Hand-knit Shetland cable sweater (Land's End); Vintage worsted wool pleated britches
It's spring, and we've got boys on the mind...