A much cooler, damp Monday after a rainy weekend on into and through Sunday might. A bit blustery today, so perfect for a vintage Polo wool flannel three-piece suit like this one. Easily one of the softest, coziest, and comfortable suits in the fall-winter rotation. Today worn with vintage Polo braces that feature medium-sized gray and maroon paisleys on a navy background. Well-hidden beneath the vest/waistcoat, but I knew they were there. Worn with the Borsalino fedora and trench coat, I looked as though I had beamed in from the 1940s. No matter, I have reached an age where I am comfortable with not looking like everyone else. And if that sartorial nonconformity brings a chuckle and smile to someone when passing by, so much the better. No one has ever criticized me to my face for dressing thusly. Best of all, and as I have related here before, I found this 40R suit back in 2013 or so in one of my old haunt thrift (charity) shops -- in Bloomington, Illinois no less -- new
A vintage illustration of a Scarlet Macaw, standing in here as my avatar. A mildly irritating end to the week. First, a workshop scheduled for midday was postponed at the last minute by a week. Then, a person my colleague and I were supposed to interview again for our developing documentary project, since the initial footage from two or three weeks ago turned out to be unusable, backed out an hour before we were scheduled to convene again via a rather confusing email. Now normally, I would not mind cancelled meetings, but grrrrrr. Saddest of all, there was no reason to bother donning the attire set out last night before bedtime, so today turned out to be a work from home sort of day dressed in corduroy jeans, a striped Rugby jersey, and the usual (for cooler weather) chocolate suede camp moccasins. Some days. . . I know, I know. First World problem. -- Heinz-Ulrich