Suiting me fine, the Vanishing

I had to go out again today for a number of small but necessary things, all to be found on the premises of a tailoring supply store nearby- which as deconstruction and altogether new construction of the suits go, promises me to be a repeat visitor.  One of the best things about this place is that they are newly relocated (actually, just a few stores down), but it looks brand new and everything is very well organized. Those who have been to the fabric stores and et cetera around the city know how disorganized, almost hoarder-like in appearance, some of the places are.  This one is easy to see, easy to find, and the owner is a jovial fellow. After spending a good deal of time there looking at this and that and many others, and choosing what I needed (for now, at least), we struck up a conversation.

The gist of it was that it was a rare thing indeed for people of my generation to make their own clothes. I knew this to be a fact as well, seeing that the only ones interested in clothes making were not making clothes per se but trying to be "fashionable" or the ever mutable tag of "avant garde".  While I also must admit to having passed through that phase, I have turned my eye and back on it.  Anyway, back to the point, he mentioned how in the old days there were plenty of people who made their own or had tailors do it.  Nowadays, with the price and quality of things becoming ever lower, the disposable nature of goods has sent the industries six feet under (or almost there), those that were once thriving.

I left the store not sad at this realization, but happy that I could do my part and be a member of the vanishing.

bespoken, of course- in the process