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Christmas Dressing. . .

A quick shot of my lower extremities just prior to supper on Christmas Day 2014.

Christmas Day provided an all-too-rare chance to dress for dinner, and I seized the opportunity to do so.  Above, you can observe a so-so pair of Johnston-Murphy black tasseled loafers, brand new Dapper Classics candy cane socks, and some light gray flannel dress pants.  On top, I wore my usual heavy flannel navy blazer with a maroon, dark green, and yellow mini-plaid sportshirt, and a muted green knit silk tie.  Oh, and I tucked a rather festive blue, red, gold, and white Italian pocket square into the outer chest pocket of my blazer.  

I'll probably wear a variation of this ensemble for drinks and dessert with friends here at home tomorrow evening, and again with a couple of old grad school friends with whom we are dining out on January 2nd.  Rest assured, I'll not wear the exact same items again, since I have a few different blazers and several pairs of gray or charcoal flannel dress pants in the ol' winter wardrobe at this point.  A blazer and gray flannel pants have, it seems, become my default evening attire when I want to feel somewhat casual yet still 'dressed.'  I just can't bring myself to use the term 'smart casual' however.  Sorry.

 -- Heinz-Ulrich

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  1. MattDecember 29, 2014 at 4:01 PM

    May I wish you and your family a Happy New Year. I look forward to a well dressed 2015.

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