Saturday should be for dressing up a bit!

Who says Saturday attire must automatically mean fleece, sweats, grubby frayed khakis, or dad jeans with white sneakers? How about using a more relaxed day as an excuse to glam it up a bit? Just what I did this morning for a half-day writing pedagogy seminar over on campus. And hey, I actually received two compliments from female colleagues which added an extra, and unexpected spring to my step. I dress this way for me, first and foremost, but it's nice when others occasionally let you know that they notice and appreciate it.

Anyway, guys, remember, this need not cost you an arm and a leg. Here's the deal. In the photo above , I'm wearing three thrifted items: a Corbin houndstooth tweed jacket, a Pendleton wool tie, and a Pierre Cardin silk pocket square (cream with tiny brown and red polka dots and brown edging) all of which cost somewhere in the neighborhood of US$14. The shirt is an old Land's End "original" oxford cloth button-down shirt purchased on sale in August or September of 2003, and the Land's End dress corduroy pants were purchased at 50% off just after Christmas 2012.

On the feet, you see a pair of Allen Edmonds suede wingtips, which I bought on sale in November 2012. Still something of a splurge, sure, but good shoes will last for years with routine care and maintenance. Naturally, I had on charcoal and tan argyll socks socks by Merona, invisible here, that have been in the wardrobe for several years and stood up well (pardon the pun) to time, wear, and numerous washings in the machine. The trick to their longevity? Air dry socks on a wooden or wire drying rack since hot air dryers kill the elasticity of socks and shrink them appreciably.

Now, how about jazzing up your own Saturday attire, men? Send me a photograph or two of you in your most stunning Saturday (or Sunday) gear, and I'll share it right here at The Average Guy's Guide to Style.

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Up North Style. . .

Bad Dad makes a friend. YMP and Bad Dad on the shores of Lake Michigan. Or was that Crystal Lake? The Grand Duchess takes a selfie in her kayak. How NOT to impress the girls sunning themselves along the river. YMP and Bad Dad kayaking on the Platte River headed toward Loon Lake. J ust back from a week in Northern Michigan in a charming and spacious house on the banks of the Betsie River outside of Thompsonville. A largely pleasant seven days despite some challenging episodes with the Young Master, who has picked up some very questionable habits and language from his friends in the 8th Grade during the school year just ended. But otherwise, we enjoyed ourselves and contemplated remaining for a few days longer since the house was available. In the end, we decided to return home as planned originally since neither my wife, nor I wanted to spend the remaining days chained to our computers in Zoom meetings from our vacation destination. I actually managed to leave the laptop and ip

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

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