Madras Shirt Style. . .

The second-to-last day of 7th Grade! And it only took about half a dozen attempts to get a natural smile rather than a grimace, or a leer from the Young Master. His mother and I have always taken pains to make sure he learns how to present himself well to the rest of the world.

Firm handshakes, backwards baseball caps, and orange camouflage gear are not the issue.

Sadly, the khakis and cords have given way on the lower half to nothing but. . . jeans. Then again, I was the same way into my mid-20s, so hopefully our errant child will eventually return to the classics. However, I covet his Madras shirt for today. My own dresser is overstuffed with similar summer attire, though, so I'll simply admire the color combination without trying to squeeze into his men's 'small.'

Fear not. I will continue to make sure our son has decent stuff to wear as long as he lives with us. Hopefully, we'll avoid the 30-something part-time career barista living indefinitely in our basement after college!

Getting a bit shaggy on top there, so the Young Master will visit the barbershop late Friday afternoon. Good thing too, since he sneaked into my medicine cabinet a day or two ago to "borrow" my small sideburn and neck trimmer to tame a cowlick.

He now has a small bare spot on one side of his head (not visible here), which I hope the barber can blend into the rest of the haircut without too much difficulty. A "discussion" followed, needless to say, in which I stressed (yet again) the importance of not touching or using things that belong to others without first asking.

Sigh.

-- Heinz-Ulrich

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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

A Lazy Saturday at the End of June. . .

A sleepy first half of the weekend here at Totleigh. Warmer and quite humid ahead of an approaching cool front here in Mid-Michigan. Perfect for yet another pair of chino shorts an a seersucker shirt -- tucked in of course -- with the usual leather deck shoes and ribbon belt. Otherwise, not much accomplished beyond a page or so of writing and monkeying around with audio settings for an upcoming podcast episode. However, I was not completely useless yesterday! I made a huge fruit salad for dinner, which the Grand Duchess and I enjoyed a short while later at the table on the back porch. The Young Master, as is his wont on Saturday evenings, took his dinner on a tray in the TV room upstairs where he whiled away a couple of hours on Flight Simulator, flying some sort of commercial airliner to some destination across the Atlantic or Pacific. I would have loved that sort of technology at about nine or 10 way back during the late 1970s, aka The Stone Age. As it is, my sister and

CSA Pick-Up Style. . .

I t's getting to be that time in the summer! Yep, the garden fresh vegetables are starting to come in. Picked up the first half-share of the Grand Duchess' Summer 2024 community supported agriculture allotment late yesterday (Thursday) afternoon. Some delicious looking items that will make a nice salad for dinner this evening. Meanwhile, the Grand Duchess and Young Master are across Lake Michigan in Wisconsin visiting cousins for the next several days and attending a large annual airshow. while yours truly holds down the fort. More of the usual summertime fare in the attire photos featured. This particular shirt, while it has not appeared here in quite some time, is one of my favorites. An item that has been in the seasonal rotation for a dozen years or more. It ironed up nicely before I put it on and tucked it in. The chino shorts (with a 6" inseam. . . I know, I know.) are one of many such khaki pairs currently occupying the bottom drawer of my dressed. Regardl

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