Last fall, when I was attending summer camp, I had a delightful conversation with two of the employees of the leather vendor at the event. Mostly, it involved the topic of reinventing fetish and my emerging dandyism, as it were.
As it turns out, one of the two is a big-time thrifter and peruser of estate sales. He made mention of a box of vintage bow-ties that he never managed to make use of… and that if he ever located it in the storage situation that has amassed from moving multiple households into one, he would send them my way.
They showed up earlier this week, with a note mentioning that they had previously belonged to one Jeremiah Hickey, as in the original president and one of four founders of the Hickey-Freeman Company. Yes, that Hickey-Freeman Company…
Um, holy crap! Wow.
One of the bows still had a label on it, reading Superba Cravats…
Most of them are either imported cotton or a cotton-silk blend. According to Leviticus, God may not like that second group… LOL
Jeremiah must have been a tiny man: the first thing I had to do was slide adjust them from a fourteen inch neck to seventeen. Must be all those growth hormones these days…
And, yes, they showed up in an old cigar box. They are that sort of fellows.
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Looks like it is time to brush up on a new knot.
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