Justin's Flannel

It was always there, the favorite flannel. Reliable and trustworthy, like the old car in the driveway. Waiting to be thrown on for anevening with a new novel on pizza night. For a few hours in the yard playing fetch with the dog. Perfectly tailored, it was a transition piece. Layered over a button down with crisp details and a pop of texture for a quick trip into the city, or sleeves shoved up so hands could work. Dependable drape, clean rib and a dash of brioche at the collar. This sweater, this sweater was special. Simultaneously new, simultaneously familiar, and always befitting.