This is my 53rd spring incoming (finally, depending on the day), yet it’s the first that has got me thinking, oooh, pinstripes! Because, let’s face it, there’s not an obvious synergy between weather that makes one want to get outside and, if not gambol like a lamb oneself, then at least be gambolling lamb-adjacent, and a textile redolent of office imprisonment, of being buried under deadlines and barely seeing the light of day. Indeed, you can’t get more non-gambolling than pinstripes. “The sun is shining, pass me my pinstripes,” is something none of us has ever said.
Or, at least, so it used to be. Because what if pinstripes were rendered over a lightweight fabric instead of the classic winterweight? Or, even more controversially, over
