Dad wore V necks. Always wool.

Usually navy. He didn’t think about clothes - he just wore what felt right. The argyle golfing one pictured here was probably his jazziest. 

But really, it was the navy he lived in. Old school.

Dependable. Effortless.
A uniform of sorts.
With slacks, of course.

Sadly, he’s not here anymore - gone far too soon. But that uniform of his – the quiet ease of a wool V neck – still lingers.

To that feeling of warmth and weight, of something that simply fits. 

Different, but familiar.
Then and now.

A reminder that the best things never shout. They just endure.

Some things don’t need reinventing -just re-felt.

And that’s what this is about.
Good jumpers. Made well. 

Built on feeling. Worn on repeat. 

With love,

x Rachel 
Founder, Navygrey