
"Silk knots. They're called silk knots, Jona."
I've known about silk knots since I started wearing shirts with french cuffs, but I haven't actually known what they were called until last week.
My tailored shirts from Manila always came with two buttons that were joined together by a string. Like a really really poor man's cufflinks. (Here's a thought: would a really really poor person have cufflinks? Ooohhh.....)
When I got to Hong Kong, each time I had my shirts dry cleaned, those buttons would disappear. And after about a week, I'd gone through all my shirts and all my buttons were gone.
I needed to buy those round thingys that hold your cuffs together.
I walked in the office right next to mine, W's, and described in a very articulate fashion what I needed to buy. It did not help that I was wearing a blouse that day.
"I need those round thingys that hold your cuffs together," gesturing to my non-existent cuffs.
Hong Kong being what it is, I had a pack by day's end.
(And if you think this post is inane, wait till you read the next one.)
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