Transitioning Back to Jackets and Neckties. . .

Part of yesterday's attire. Not shown are the ubiquitous, of late, L.L. Bean duck shoes, ski socks, along with a sill maroon knit necktie. Please ignore the rather spindly corduroy clad leg in the photograph!

No new snow, ice, or related winter weather the last couple of days here in Mid-Michigan, so I am transitioning back to more usual "dressed up" (adult) attire.

Student learning team-led discussion began in all of my courses this week, so I was able to sit in the rear of each room, mentally put up my feet, and listen to others run the show for a while as I took notes. To their great credit, the first few teams have set the bar high and done a bang up job.

One team of four young women, in particular, led a rich and also very funny 45-minute session yesterday that engaged their classmates, facilitated deeper thought, discussion, and related learning as though the students in question had been doing this sort of thing for years. It was impressive.

The jacket in today's photograph is actually part of a very heavy and very warm tweed suit by J. Press that I have worn and featured here a number of times. Normally, I would not think of pairing the top half of a suit with an odd pair of pants, not to mention corduroy jeans, but it seemed to work reasonably well given the material and color of said suit. I know, I know. We're living on the bloody edge of life here at Classic Style.

-- Heinz-Ulrich

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Up North Style. . .

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