{"id":104648,"date":"2018-04-12T00:01:50","date_gmt":"2018-04-12T06:01:50","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/www.heddels.com\/?p=104648"},"modified":"2018-04-13T13:12:03","modified_gmt":"2018-04-13T19:12:03","slug":"brand-overview-hawksmill-denim-co","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.heddels.com\/2018\/04\/brand-overview-hawksmill-denim-co\/","title":{"rendered":"Hawksmill Denim Co. – A Hidden British Gem"},"content":{"rendered":"

I love to shop. That is, as long as said shopping is for me. When it comes to shopping with my wife, it\u2019s far less fun, as she browses and buys according to a wildly different, inexplicable set of rules. (If eight things are allowed in the dressing room, that doesn\u2019t mean you must bring four things you\u2019re actually interested in and<\/em> four additional<\/em> things, just because. Eight isn’t a minimum, it\u2019s a maximum. Guys, back me up, right? Is this thing on?)<\/p>\n

However, the upside of this is that while my wife is busy I can steal away to a nearby Barnes & Noble (the Starbucks of bookstores, limited but reliable), and page through pricey and exotic men\u2019s magazines from Europe\u2014their heavy, glossy stock pages filled with stories and adverts for brands not readily available here in America, even in Los Angeles, where I live.<\/p>

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