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Attire for Wednesday Zoom Office Hours (And Then Some). . .

 

 
The upper half for today, featuring a brand spanking new shirt from J. Press.  The necktie is, of course, the Ivy Style club tie sold in a limited run several years ago.  The jacket fits better than it ever has thanks to my general slimming down since last fall.  Not much more to lose, and I'll be as skinny as I was in 1990, believe it, or not, when I was but a callow 23 year-old rocker just beginning to get with the program.


And the lower half, featuring a less commonly seen pair of tan wool flannel pants/trousers.  One of two in my fall-winter rotation that I thrifted about 10 years ago now.   They looked like they had never been worn and cost just a few $US per pair, so I purchased them with the idea of varying the usual winter diet of gray flannels and dress corduroys.


The fun that comes from dressing presentably continues.  When stuff fits and feels this good, you really can put it on and forget it's there since things drape as they should without any pulling, straining, riding up, puckering, or sagging.  

If that weren't enough, the descriptions for three new courses slated to run for the first time during Spring 2022 came together pretty quickly this morning after a week or more of thinking about them, checking availability of materials, and the like.  A good feeling when that happens.

-- Heinz-Ulrich

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