...and, in the totally wrong "area".
One is navy hopsack: there's a crease from above the top third button almost down the front hem, below the last button. The other side is normal. ?
The other is a navy flannel jacket: it now has two little tiny lapels - creased into eternity.
Both of these were my fathers and are over 50 years old; they were in superb condition. My father died just a few months ago.
I am so *&^& %$** angry I really don't know what to do with myself.
The dry cleaners (in Boston - at some point I'll tell the name) said they would repair the navy flannel and it came back with the crease still in it. Then, I saw the navy hopsack that I had left some time ago - and nearly flipped.
I am seriously going out of my mind. These rolls were so beautiful that even people who know nothing about men's clothing would remark on them. There's something about the ignorant intentionality about it that just enrages me every time I think about it - "hey, that [gorgeous] roll shouldn't be there - let me work to create an eternal crease!"
Pressing a lapel is rather like trying to repair a violin with a friggen sledgehammer - what is the friggen point?????
This dry cleaner has been taking care of my clothes for 5 years; I don't understand why this happened; and, worse, I don't understand what I'm supposed to do.
Any advice would be very appreciated; I'm sorry if I've been incoherent or ranty. I am just flummoxed beyond my depths.
One is navy hopsack: there's a crease from above the top third button almost down the front hem, below the last button. The other side is normal. ?
The other is a navy flannel jacket: it now has two little tiny lapels - creased into eternity.
Both of these were my fathers and are over 50 years old; they were in superb condition. My father died just a few months ago.
I am so *&^& %$** angry I really don't know what to do with myself.
The dry cleaners (in Boston - at some point I'll tell the name) said they would repair the navy flannel and it came back with the crease still in it. Then, I saw the navy hopsack that I had left some time ago - and nearly flipped.
I am seriously going out of my mind. These rolls were so beautiful that even people who know nothing about men's clothing would remark on them. There's something about the ignorant intentionality about it that just enrages me every time I think about it - "hey, that [gorgeous] roll shouldn't be there - let me work to create an eternal crease!"
Pressing a lapel is rather like trying to repair a violin with a friggen sledgehammer - what is the friggen point?????
This dry cleaner has been taking care of my clothes for 5 years; I don't understand why this happened; and, worse, I don't understand what I'm supposed to do.
Any advice would be very appreciated; I'm sorry if I've been incoherent or ranty. I am just flummoxed beyond my depths.