Topcoat Thursday. . .

The upper half Thursday morning this week just before walking the Young Master out of the front door to await the school bus.

And with the rather subdued cotton pocket square (from Put This On) visible.

Ahhhh. . . There is nothing like returning to the house after putting the Young Master on the school bus, closing the door, and being met by the aroma of freshly made coffee in the front hall. Happy Friday everyone!

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The weather has warmed somewhat during the latter half of the week here in Mid-Michigan, and while my thoughts have not reached linen and seersucker suits quite yet, or, in my more casual summer hours at home, madras shirts and khaki shorts with well-worn leather docksider shoes, you could just about get away with dressing less warmly by yesterday (Thursday) morning. So, I pulled out the vintage London Fog Glen Plaid topcoat from the downstairs front hall closet along with a pair of suede shoes and a matching (more or less) belt.

The eagle-eyed among you will notice that the necktie and pocket square are not coordinated, and this is a conscious choice on my part in the quest to avoid being too matchy-matchy with the accessory items that form part of each day's attire. As I have indicated here before, a man wants to avoid looking as though he has purchased his tie and pocket square as a set. No, no, no! It is far preferable to throw caution to the wind and have one thing that doesn't quite go with everything else, which will help impart a more nonchalant look to everything. Beauty through imperfection as I have written in a previous post or two this year.

After all, even if we do spend time thinking about out clothes before we dress in the morning, that is not the impression we want to convey. And while I am perfectly happy to admit that I am a vain, empty-headed popinjay who thinks about nothing but his appearance, I would advise any man who is looking to kick up his daily style a few notches to avoid straying into this same territory -- The Bermuda Triangle of Menswear and Personal Style Blogging -- himself.

-- Heinz-Ulrich

And the lower half with recrafted suede 'shortwings' by Allen Edmonds and socks by Dapper Classics.

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