It seems that an eon of collecting various fabrics which evoke the halcion days of golfing attire has finally paid off. I mean, how was I to know as I fossicked through op shops and fabric shops that that I would simultaneously produce two boys who needed clothing? Seems the attraction was a biological thing. I mean I always saw these pants as the end point ... but clearly it was a vision thing. This, coupled with the miracle that sewing time is these days means I'm applying for canonisation. Patron Saint of Plus Fours*? That be me.