D has been wanting a tweed suit for such a long time, the first time I met him he was wearing a beautiful three-piece tweed suit that his grandfather had handed down to him and very dapper he did look. So this year, I could take it no longer and promised to take him to buy a suit as a birthday present.
There seems to be a glut of affordable tweed on the net but most of the shops D found were online sales only. I think this is the kind of thing that (certainly until you know which cut and which colour in the tweed that most takes your fancy suits you) you really do need to try before you buy. D found an interesting looking site that had a shop in Parsons Green in South West London, the date was booked and we both took the day off.
It was fun heading off to a part of London that we don’t know at all and I quite liked Parsons Green, it had quite a village-y feel about it – but, because I’d had to go to the dentist in the morning, it was already quite late in the day. As neither of us had yet had our lunch, our first stop was a pub called The Brown Cow where we enjoyed a really good meal in chilled out and pleasant surroundings. The staff struck just the right balance between attentiveness and relaxation.
After lunch we headed a stone’s throw up the road to Walter Slater where we were greeted by a young lady dressed in trainers, shiny disco blue leggings and a fitted jumper who, because she was carrying a vacuum cleaner and was so untweedily dressed, I assumed to be the cleaner. She turned out to be most charming, engaging and above all else knowledgeable and she quickly had D out of his trousers and into a pair of theirs. After trying on a couple of different jackets and trousers D settled on what he wanted, the shop assistant deftly tucked fabric here and pinned a bit there and D was free to get back into his own clothes. The suit will be sent off to Scotland for the alterations to be carried out and should be ready for collection in a couple of weeks or so.
The shop is great with a good selection of tweeds, mostly in the Edward cut – I believe, and some lovely woollens (jumpers, cardigans, socks) in a range of natural and vibrant colours.
With the main purchase under our belts we headed back North, stopping off at Vagabond on Stroud Green Road for a coffee and a damn fine delicately spiced and moist slice of apple cake.