Make It a Double-Breasted Flannel Fall Friday!

Today's clothing combo included a nice, warm pair of salt and pepper, charcoal wool flannel pants, barely visible here, along with the wool flannel sports jacket shown, which is terrific on a cooler fall day. It also has a fantastic shape with just enough waist suppression, although I must confess that the sleeves still are a bit too long and need to be shortened about 3/4" to allow some cuff to show. However I threw caution to the wind and wore the jacket anyway. I know, I know. The shoes were some nice, shiny black Allen Edmonds short-wing brogues along with a black leather belt. Oh, and a Phi Kappa Phi pin on the lapel, which is an academic honor society I've been part of since my undergrad days.

Some days, everything goes just right. It's Friday, always a good thing. I wrapped up early for the day. It's a crisp, cool autumn afternoon, my favorite kind. I felt reasonably good about today's attire, even with the too-long jacket sleeves. And I picked up something nice at my best thrift spot before heading home, the wool overcoat pictured below. Best of all, my wife and I had a bit longer than usual for our semi-regular Friday afternoon cafe rendezvous before the Young Master finished with preschool and had to be picked up. Sometimes, everything works out just right. If the rain holds off, we'll bundle up and enjoy a campfire in the fire pit out back tonight after supper. Ahhhhh. . .

-- Heinz-Ulrich

Look what I found at the better of my two local thrift/charity haunts on the way home this afternoon! A nice medium weight wool overcoat by Chicago's venerable Hart, Schaffner, and Marx. I picked it up for less than US$10 thanks to a full customer punch card, which got me the coat at 50% off. Not bad, and it doesn't even have that awful thrift/charity shop funky stink, but I'll have it dry-cleaned just the same before wearing it.

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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