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Look and Feel Mah-velous on a Budget. . .

Is it Bertie Wooster, or the late Duke of Windsor?  Nope.  It's just that notorious cad, bounder, and style maven Ulrich von Boffke in  his cold weather gear lounging around Zum Stollenkeller one recent late afternoon.

Don't make the mistake of thinking that you need scads of money to begin dressing more stylishly once you've made the decision to leave the sweats, flip-flops, cargo shorts, and backwards baseball caps behind.  In the photograph above, Ulrich von Boffke models an ensemble for us that was put together for well under $100US courtesy of thrift shops, Ebay, smart online shopping, and a Christmas gift from his wife (hint, hint, hint).  Consider the following:

Harris Tweed jacket from thrift shop @ $5.99
Pants and Shirt -- Land's End Overstocks in 2004 @ < $40.00
English Wool Necktie from thrift shop @ $1.99
Fair Isle Sweater -- Christmas Gift in 2011
Italian Silk Pocket Square with Hand-rolled Edges from thrift shop @ $2.99
Shoes -- Vintage US-Made Florsheim from Ebay @ $20.00
Socks -- Target on Sale Summer 2011 @ < $5.00


As you'll note, it's fairly easy, and cost effective to kick up your personal style a notch -- or five -- if you start keeping an eye on thrift and consignment shops (vintage clothing shops are priced high) and Ebay.  Distribute your physical dimensions to family members who might buy you clothing items for birthdays, holidays, or other occasions.  And don't be afraid to drop obvious hints about garments that will combine well with what's already in your wardrobe.  Before you know it, the saggy pants and over-sized basketball shoes will be just a fading memory.


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  1. A classic look - timeless, and very Bertie Wooster! Well done.

    Mark

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