Dressing for the January Cold. . .

Said 'polo coat,' found via Ebay and acquired for pennies on the dollar.

Dressing for the cold in a professional sense can sometimes be a challenge in our age of so called athleisure technical gear that looks like it might be more at home on the ski slopes, or tobogganing at the local park than in a quasi-white collar setting. Sure, there are still companies that produce classic men's overcoats of one kind or another, but too often these items are obscenely expensive when purchased new at full retail price. While I no longer shop thrift and charity establishments, let's be reasonable.

Luckily, there are other options though, for instance Ebay, where I stumbled onto this vintage Polo University Club double-breasted 'polo coat' (in a wool and camel hair blend) at the end of November 2018. I've been on the lookout for one of these for several years, and given the ridiculously low asking price, I made an offer, which the seller accepted. Yes! Call it a late birthday gift to myself.

The coat looked anything but inspiring when it arrived at the start of December. But following a visit to the dry-cleaner, it came home cleaned, pressed, and in plastic. I hung it in the front hall closet to wait for the the start of the new semester in January. Well, here we are. Today was its inaugural wearing.

The verdict? Very warm, extremely comfortable, and classically stylish in a 1930s sense. In short, I'm pleased with the purchase. There are three of four tiny holes, yes, but these are not blatantly obvious unless you know where to look for them. I have done some research since the coat arrived last month and found a few places with an online presence that handle reweaving to repair, among other things, moth damage. I'll talk to them before determining where to send the coat once spring arrives. In the meantime, I'll wear and enjoy it.

Incidentally, the attire beneath the overcoat shown included some dark red dress corduroy pants, a mid-brown Harris Tweed jacket with a red, blue, and mustard windowpane overlay, chocolate suede quarter brogues and belt, maroon wool dress socks, a light blue oxford cloth button-down shirt, and the brown necktie with silvery gray and red foulard pattern. Who says you can't have fun with your attire when it's cold out?

-- Heinz-Ulrich

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Up North Style. . .

Bad Dad makes a friend. YMP and Bad Dad on the shores of Lake Michigan. Or was that Crystal Lake? The Grand Duchess takes a selfie in her kayak. How NOT to impress the girls sunning themselves along the river. YMP and Bad Dad kayaking on the Platte River headed toward Loon Lake. J ust back from a week in Northern Michigan in a charming and spacious house on the banks of the Betsie River outside of Thompsonville. A largely pleasant seven days despite some challenging episodes with the Young Master, who has picked up some very questionable habits and language from his friends in the 8th Grade during the school year just ended. But otherwise, we enjoyed ourselves and contemplated remaining for a few days longer since the house was available. In the end, we decided to return home as planned originally since neither my wife, nor I wanted to spend the remaining days chained to our computers in Zoom meetings from our vacation destination. I actually managed to leave the laptop and ip

Mid-June Thursday Style. . .

A nother pretty typical variation on the theme for late spring, summer, and very early fall. I'm a huge fan of Madras and have several such shirts in the seasonal rotation. Lightweight, exceedingly comfortable, and even dressy when pressed and tucked in, which is the usual way of things here at Totleigh in the Wold. Now, if I had my druthers, I'd still rather be skiing the trails in the upper half of "The Mitten" (of Michigan), in the Upper Peninsula, or Ontario. But summers ain't so bad either, and I'd look pretty funny walking around in cross-country ski attire during June. -- Heinz-Ulrich

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