When I and most other folks think of Pendleton, my guess is that we first think of gray boiled wool flannel suits.  When I was 18 and heading off to college, my father gave me one of those suits - skirt and jacket - for Christmas.  It almost seemed to signify for him as "a rite of passage" for his little girl.  He was so pleased with himself.  It was a Size 4, bullet proof,...

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