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A Snowy Wednesday. . .



The snow squall in which I left the house early this Wednesday morning looked like we might get hammered by a big early spring snow.  Alas, it was not to be.  

The warm, comfortable ensemble illustrated here provided solace along with a vintage camel polo coat, a 30+ year-old long school scarf, tweed driving cap, and a pair of well-worn leather driving gloves.  In addition, the combo of items featured Orange SWIMS that have been my foul weather footwear protection for a couple of years now since I replaced the previous red ones, which had finally worn out beyond all repair.  

I must have been quite a sight and lacked only the goggles plus a 1930s roadster with the top down.  Catsmeat Potter-Pirbright has nothing on me!

Otherwise, more of the usual suspects but with the addition of a recently acquired wool sports jacket from J. Press, purchased a couple of weeks ago on season clearance and freshly returned from the tailor following the usual couple of minor alterations.

On second thought, I should have gone with more muted socks given the strong pattern on the jacket.  The SWIMS, I always forget, also leave a patina of dust one's shoes when they are removed, spoiling an otherwise nice shine.  Ah, well.  I'm sure I was the only one to notice in the sea of sweatpants, sneakers, Uggs, and hoodies layered beneath "fast fashion" winter jackets that provide little warmth by themselves.

I do sometimes wonder what planet I have landed on.  And then I remember.  It's me.

-- Heinz-Ulrich

 

 

 

 

 

 

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  1. Mike BMarch 21, 2024 at 3:30 AM

    Your new jacket looks great! J Press has quality merchandise.

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