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Late September Office Hours Style. . .


  
One can never be overdressed in my opinion, especially on this campus where there are plenty of male professors and administrative muckety-mucks walking around who know what they are doing when it comes to matters sartorial.  My own garb today included a vintage Corbin Glen Plaid silk-wool suit, a recrafted pair of Allen Edmonds shoes, a Black Watch regimental striped tie by Reis of New Haven (one of my very best Central Illinois thrifting finds ever), and socks by Dapper Classics.  

I know, I know.  A bit much in the sock department given the other patterns and colors.  But I mistakenly thought I grabbed a pair of plain navy Merino wool socks in the dim light of morning.  It was not to be however.  I was pressed for time this morning and went with what I found easily in the overstuffed sock drawer.  Not shown are the white linen pocket square and the blue and white seersucker braces that I chose in lieu of a belt.

Tomorrow is another Hawaiian Shirt Gonzo Friday, and while I would normally not have any commitments on campus, and thus would be free to remain at home, there is a proessional development seminar in the afternoon I wish to attend.  Even if that turns out to be a waste of time (and they often do in my experience), it will at least provide a ready excuse to shave and dress for the event.  There is a new Brooks Brothers Makers necktie that arrived in the mail to day, which I will enjoy wearing.  

"What??!!  A man who actually enjoys wearing a necktie??!  Did I hear right?"  Yep.  You did.

-- Heinz-Ulrich

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