Bangkok, listen. Bangkok, no. I say, no. I do not want a suit that's specially made. I rarely tie a tie. My wife may gawk at fitted Chinese dresses, she may touch their magically thick twill. She will not buy.
Two weeks ago, I bought a sweater. I got it home and peeked at the care instructions: hand wash, lay flat to dry. I am busy and lazy in equal parts, so I threw it in a delicates bag and set the machine to "hand wash." The cardigan is now with my tailor.