A Couple of Small Accessories. . .

Two new cotton pocket squares that arrived here at Totleigh-in-the-Wold just a little while ago.

A relaxed, quiet Saturday here, and I've got some reading of quite a few student papers along with final grading during the next week or so. Classes for the spring semester came to a close yesterday. To celebrate the end of the first year here at MSU, I ordered myself a couple of new pocket squares from the folks behind Put This On early this week, and these arrived in the mail just after midday today. These are cotton, 16 inches square, and feature nice, big hand-rolled edges. In addition, I purchased them on sale, which is always a nice plus.

Suffice to say, these are not the kind of handkerchiefs you blow your nose into if that is a particular habit. In any case, I thought it would be nice to have a couple of squares that were neither shiny silk, nor heavier wool. The one on top should work well with fall colors -- think muted tweeds, corduroys, and flannels -- while the red and cream number is a more fanciful bit of conceit. . . 'Cause, you know, you've got to have some fun with your attire and not take things too seriously, as I always say, even when your clothes are (or should be) more pulled together and adult in nature. Ok. Enough prattle. Time to read a batch of a dozen, or so undergraduate papers.

-- Heinz-Ulrich

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