As noted, good huntin’ clothes can last forever. When I was required to obtain a red coat to whip in, in 1985, I purchased a used one from a retired MFH- he’d had it made in Ireland in 1952. It is still in my closet, still just fine- tiny frays on the ends of sleeves, maybe, but you can’t notice those when I’m galloping across a field, say. I also was given, in the 1990s, a mystery pair of wool canary breeches- a friend had them in a trunk and didn’t know whose they were. The waistband said, made by a tailor on Farragut Square in Washington, D.C. in 1936. They were, and are, in magnificent condition- I was too crushed when they fit me everywhere but too tight below the knee, go figure, that’s the only skinny part of my body left. I gave them to my skinny sister and the legs are too tight even for her- but I noticed when visiting her a couple of years ago she still has them in the inventory.
I also still wear a pair of field boots that date from the early 1920s, that a friend found in his grandmother’s attic and gave to me in the mid 1980s. They have about had it, but they’ve served me well!