Tuesday Shirt and Tie in New Office Style. . .

Finally tried on my new office for size this morning since I had a couple of scheduled Zoom meetings and did not with to disturb people in the library where I usually camp out. A nice, large room but, since it is in an older building, and as expected, too warm even with a window AC unit (that does not push enough BTUs to cool the space adequately).

This is the problem with so many spaces in older buildings at my institution. Too warm regardless of the season.

And no. The windows do not always open thanks to either decades of being painted shut, or having those inadequite window AC units mounted in them. Harrumph!

In any case, a beige cotton summer suit today -- a lovely, sunny day in the upper 60s Fahrenheit, along with light tan cap toe oxfords and belt, mid-blue socks, Panama hat with the shirt and necktie pictured. The shirt was purchased with two or three others from Charles Tyrwhitt in 2019. I am not sure it has ever been worn before today however. The tie was a gift from my late mother in 1996, when I house- and parrot sat for the summer while she toured Italy.

My soon to be emeritus professor stepdad ran some kind of three-month program from the U.N. in Trento that year, where they lived like royalty. Mom took full advantage of museums and other culturally significant sights from the north of the country all the way to Rome and back again. Florence, Milan, and Venice among other cities also figured prominently in that particular sojourn.

The tie she purchased in Venice and brought home to yours truly remains one of my favorites for warm weather ensembles. It certainly worked well with the attire for today. It works equally well with a navy blazer, khakis, and penny loafers.

-- Heinz-Ulrich

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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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