Today's ensemble, notable for the recently acquired J. Press tweed jacket. . . with a 3/2 roll. Imagine finding a jacket like this in small town Illinois. What are the odds?
An early morning today for. . . hold on to your hats. . . a visit to the dentist! Never fun, even for something as mundane as a cleaning and free toothbrush. So, why not ease the childish anxiety a bit by at least dressing in a way that won't embarrass me when I set foot outside the door?
Somewhat atypically, I opted to forgo a necktie this morning since these are easily stained during dental visits despite the paper bib with which you are supplied. Far better to abandon polite social convention in this case, I advise, and save your ties from unaware hygienist 'splatter' and spray.
Naturally, every other man in the place wore either track suits, the dreaded bagged out sweatpants & hoodie combo, or some kind of insulated bright orange winter coverall 'onesie' for working along the roadside. Or perhaps a refrigerated warehouse? I am indeed a space alien around here. On what godforsaken planet have I landed?
-- Heinz-Ulrich
And today's socks -- once again Merino wool by Dapper Classics -- along with my trusty Allen Edmonds brogue wingtips.
I've always thought it a sign of respect to dress properly when visiting the doctor or dentist. When I was growing up, doctors and dentists also dressed properly as a sign of respect to their patients. We are indeed on a different planet.
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Heinz-Ulrich von B.