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A Few New Items for the New Year. . .

A bit of a splurge last week, but I really liked the necktie!  A silk J. Press pheasant tie 'Made in Ireland'.

It's always a nice surprise when you forget that you have things coming in the mail.  Such was the case with these three new items that I purchased last week.  And then immediately forgot about them until they arrived today.  Decadent and disgusting consumerism, yes.  The walking embodiment of a First World problem.  

Still, I can't decide whether to wear the tie with a tweed jacket tomorrow when I meet the students in my other two classes this semester, or the blue wool pocket square with a different tie.  The white linen square will be saved for the next time I wear an actual suit.  What a frivolous and vapid popinjay I am!

-- Heinz-Ulrich


Taking advantage of a clearance sale at Put This On, I picked up this lovely wool pocket square with beautifully hand-rolled edges.


And another pocket square on clearance from Put This On, this time in white linen.  These measure 16"x16" and will be welcome additions to my collection of silk squares.


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  1. I like all your J. Press sale stuff – and would gladly wear it – but I must tell you that you are at some risk of being burgled. If that happens, no need to take a complete inventory.... Your Pheasant tie will be missing!

    Nice haul!

    Billax

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  2. Thank you, Billax! The pheasant tie is something I've wanted for a long time, so imagine my surprise when I actually managed to snag one by J. Press no less. It's one of the prettiest in my rotation.

    Best Regards,

    Heinz-Ulrich von B.

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