Taking inspiration from EdwardCash and his interest in building a better backpack, I was thinking of contacting my friend in LA who designs clothes to have her make some wool pants since they seem to be such an elusive item. I don't know a whole lot about them other than what I've read in other posts so I'd like to gather your level of interest in the idea as well as any input into their design/construction. I'm going to meet with her tomorrow over lunch and discuss the idea and show her some of the other posts on here about them as well as the relevant ebay links from Gear Post 2012.
Just a quick update on the meeting. She sounds intrigued, especially after I shower her this site and testified about the amazing properties of wool. She's a little busy at the moment designing outfits for porn stars lol, but after the AVN awards are over in Vegas she's going to try to find some fabric down in the fashion district and then start prototyping a pair.
How about getting pockets like the ScottVest pants: http://www.scottevest.com/v3_store/hidden_cargo_pants2.shtml
No one is talking about cut here... I think it should be cut like a regular jeans, maybe slim or whatever if you want that but definitely not dess/suit pants cut like many wool pants out there on eBay.
When she makes these, I'm definitely a prospective buyer.
A few questions/tips for making them.
Will she be able to make them out of merino wool? If yes, this adds serious value to them over regular wool.
Will they be sexy? This is as important as functionality.
Will they be adventure worthy (stretchable, durable, sweat killing, hard to stain, etc.)? A gusseted crotch would help with the first two.
Ha, I was actually going to do this when I finished my pack. I was going to go the cheap route and use an old USGI wool blanket to make mine, though.
I'd suggest button zippers like BDU's have. I always hate when my zippers come undone.
My personal plan was to make some zip off wool pants, though.
There are very good functional pants and then there are very good looking pants out there. Whats missing is a combination of both.
If she can make a decent pair of wool pants that doesnt look horrible (like the ones from Tynan) that would already be great. But I wouldnt consider them perfect yet.
Things she can think about:
- Zippers (They are ugly, so should be kind of hidden, maybe just placed at the regular pockets - I LOVE zippers when travelling)
- Wool travel pants would probably be the only pants I own, so they should look good to most outfits / t-shirts or jackets combinations
- Should be able to move freely in the pants, e.g. for climbing / short sprints / etc.
Thats all I can think of for now :) I would certainly be interested in her product in any case. Keep us updated :)
This is a continuation of the story, How I Became a Famous Pickup Artist Part 1. If you haven't read that already, you should do so before reading this article.
Papa was notorious for being in contact with everyone in the pickup scene. I couldn't blame him, either - he was the business side of "Real Social Dynamics", a company that taught seminars and workshops to aspiring players. Not surprisingly, he was the only person at the seminar that I knew.
In order to extract every last precious second out of my experience, I had gotten on the earliest flight to Chicago that I could book. I called Papa when I arrived at the hotel at 10am. I could hardly make out his voice. He'd been out in the clubs until very late and was still sleeping.
Last week, I bought a giraffe. That's right. I bought a giraffe. Over the last couple of weeks, I noticed a large antique mall that I had never visited before off of Wedgewood Ave. in downtown Nashville. I like to attack antique shops to look for a cool painting or two. When I finally went into this place, I had walked through each booth growing more and more disappointed at not finding ANY artwork that appealed to me.
Then, at one point, I reached a large corner booth and started to glare at every object, as I've been prone to doing lately. There was a sizable wooden dining table in the middle of everything, and there she stood. I was surprised that I didn't notice her first because she's a little bit tall. Adorned in pastel green and blue stripes, I just marveled at her. I have a fondness for objects that have a fun and whimsical quality about them. She looked like she just stepped off a boat that came from an island with a magical forest. Standing at a lanky height of 3'4", she had a formidable presence about her.
I wanted her, but I thought to myself, "Asian, what in the world would you do with a giraffe?". Her $12 price tag wasn't already enough to convince me to buy her, and so, I decided to walk around some more and think about it. I'm not one to spend my money frivolously, and so, every cent is carefully doled out.
I whipped around to the front of the building where I found an old piano. One of the store's clerks invited me to play, and I briefly did. Afterwards, I mentioned my interest in the giraffe, and he said something that sealed the deal. He said, sure, she will not have much practical usefulness, but, will she make you happy?