High and Mighty

High and Mighty was a never a good thing when I was growing up. «Don’t you be all High and Mighty Miss», was a particularly confusing admonishment for a small girl. It’s strange for me to find that being High and Mighty is really a very good thing. Especially as that small girl grew up and married a giant. Not that my husband is a real giant. Just that he’s a bit tall. 6 foot 4 to be precise. If you go to the High Street with him though they make you feel like you’re with a giant. It’s a wonder they don’t wheel out the fairground mirror have done with it.
None of that at High Mighty however. Giants are welcomed with gentle arms. There’s actually a really good offering in this store, where Ted Baker suits and shirts hang beside more conservative/​daggy designs.
I bought a dress shirt from here for my husband who was too busy to make it to the store. I described him thoroughly though stopped short of his love of Kinky Friedman novels. Alas the prescribed shirt was way too big in the frame (even for my BFG) but the shop took it back no problems and were very helpful at suggesting alternatives. A lovely shop for your lofty loved ones.