Classic Style Has Gone to the Dogs!

Tuesday's combination of shoes, attire, and accessories.

With the approach of a "certain birthday" (The 29th, of course!), I've been treating myself to a number of small things that I don't exactly need, but I simply like. For example, I ordered a couple of dog breed neckties last week from the good folks at Chipp Neckwear, a navy tie featuring West Highland White Terriers, and the red number below with black standard poodles all over it.

At different times in the past, my family has enjoyed both types of dogs, who were members of the family. So too was the pair of Labrador Retrievers that my father had many years ago, which was when I learned about how bird dogs are actually trained, not just for hunting, but also so they'll behave in the house AND heel on the leash.

Hmmm. If I ever actually decide to retire, or I'm made to go, maybe I'll rekindle my interest in this one day an get back into dog training. It's an interesting, rewarding activity, and having a dog that is actually socialized to behave itself is a rare treat considering what I observe of most people in 2016, and how they can't/don't/won't control their childr. . . um, uh, er. . . their dogs..

-- Heinz-Ulrich

Today's similar look early this morning, but with a double-breasted version of the blazer and dove gray khakis. I think I've got about four navy blazers at this point. Don't say it! I know, I know. . . But it truly is one of those indispensable items that you come back to again and again.

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Up North Style. . .

Bad Dad makes a friend. YMP and Bad Dad on the shores of Lake Michigan. Or was that Crystal Lake? The Grand Duchess takes a selfie in her kayak. How NOT to impress the girls sunning themselves along the river. YMP and Bad Dad kayaking on the Platte River headed toward Loon Lake. J ust back from a week in Northern Michigan in a charming and spacious house on the banks of the Betsie River outside of Thompsonville. A largely pleasant seven days despite some challenging episodes with the Young Master, who has picked up some very questionable habits and language from his friends in the 8th Grade during the school year just ended. But otherwise, we enjoyed ourselves and contemplated remaining for a few days longer since the house was available. In the end, we decided to return home as planned originally since neither my wife, nor I wanted to spend the remaining days chained to our computers in Zoom meetings from our vacation destination. I actually managed to leave the laptop and ip

Mid-June Thursday Style. . .

A nother pretty typical variation on the theme for late spring, summer, and very early fall. I'm a huge fan of Madras and have several such shirts in the seasonal rotation. Lightweight, exceedingly comfortable, and even dressy when pressed and tucked in, which is the usual way of things here at Totleigh in the Wold. Now, if I had my druthers, I'd still rather be skiing the trails in the upper half of "The Mitten" (of Michigan), in the Upper Peninsula, or Ontario. But summers ain't so bad either, and I'd look pretty funny walking around in cross-country ski attire during June. -- Heinz-Ulrich

A Lazy Saturday at the End of June. . .

A sleepy first half of the weekend here at Totleigh. Warmer and quite humid ahead of an approaching cool front here in Mid-Michigan. Perfect for yet another pair of chino shorts an a seersucker shirt -- tucked in of course -- with the usual leather deck shoes and ribbon belt. Otherwise, not much accomplished beyond a page or so of writing and monkeying around with audio settings for an upcoming podcast episode. However, I was not completely useless yesterday! I made a huge fruit salad for dinner, which the Grand Duchess and I enjoyed a short while later at the table on the back porch. The Young Master, as is his wont on Saturday evenings, took his dinner on a tray in the TV room upstairs where he whiled away a couple of hours on Flight Simulator, flying some sort of commercial airliner to some destination across the Atlantic or Pacific. I would have loved that sort of technology at about nine or 10 way back during the late 1970s, aka The Stone Age. As it is, my sister and

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