An Unstudied Summer Suit Experiment. . .

Yesterday's assemblage of garments. The jury is still out on how well it succeeded.

Although the days are noticeably shorter, and Autumn is definitely in the air, we are still having the occasional warm day here in my corner of the American Midwest. With temperatures in the lower to mid-80s Fahrenheit recently, I haven't bothered dragging out the tweeds, flannels, and corduroys just yet. . . or brushing down and stowing away the warm weather gear. So, why not get a bit more mileage this season out of that vintage wool-silk glen plaid suit?

Which was the plan yesterday morning. Something unstudied without too much additional pattern given that of the suit. Initially, I was quite please with the result. However, the more I thought about it, there just seemed to be something a little off about Thursday's combination of clothes. I think it was the shirt, which is not my favorite. Too bold a blue, and the plaquette-less design has never really appealed to me. Time to donate this particular shirt I think, and replace it with something in a lighter blue. But was it something else instead? Should the tie have been navy or black? What do you think? Where does this particular clothing combo go wrong?

-- Heinz-Ulrich

The Pleasaures of a Well-trained Dog. . .

A few final photographs from my visit to my sister in Washington, D.C. last week. These include one of 'Mr. Beau,' my sister's meticulously trained and truly wonderful Doberman, another of my sister, second cousin, step-father, and yours truly on the steps of the church outside Lexington, North Carolina just after our late mother's interment service, two of me solo at the National Cathedral, and a final one of my sister and me hamming it up during a long evening walk the day before I returned to Michigan. My sister routinely walks to the cathedral, about three blocks from her place, to enjoy the grounds and gardens. The Bishop's Garden, in particular, is a place she likes to sit for quiet contemplation and internal dialogues with our late maternal grandparents and mother, very much in keeping with the Episcopal side of things. Our grandfather, who was raised Methodist, became an Episcopalian when he married our grandmother. Before you ask, I am not sure tha

Almost Mid-June Sunday Style. . .

A fter two months, Blogger has decided to allow me in the door once again, so I can add a long overdue post documenting my take on classic male style. Since we are almost in the throes of summer, let's go with a warm weather theme this morning. Now, the items above will not be to everyone's taste: Deck shoes without socks, shorts, pleats, skinny pale legs, etc. All invite tisk-tisking and debate in certain online fora, but that's ok. I wouldn't wear attire this to campus Monday through Friday, or to church. But for relaxed, comfortable warm weather-wear around the house during the weekends, with maybe a quick trip down the road for a gallon of milk at the super market, this will do nicely, thank you very much. It's certainly preferable to the wrinkled, torn, stained sloppy alternative we see everywhere in 2022. Neither is it at all far removed from how the various men and boys across three generations of my extended family presented themselves during even

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