Once I got it in my hands, I understood the attraction of flannels. The tagging was intricate and elaborate, complete with chain stitching. The fabric heavy and worn, particularly the pants that were permanently stained reflecting hours spent kneeling in the dirt. Simply put, I felt like I was holding history. I might be tough pursuing a collection of flannels due to scarcity and expense, but if you find one that fits your collection, take the leap.