Belvest Tuesday One Last Time for the Season. . .

The upper half during early morning coffee and work email before heading across campus to my office for the obligatory office hours. In other words, additional prep time before class meets.

And the lower half.

Sunny and warm again here in Mid-Michigan today, so I hauled out the cotton Belvest suit for one final wearing early this morning.

Other items included a genuine Panama hat sent to me by good ol' Mom last June, a cream-colored cotton pocket square from Put This On, recently recrafted Allen Edmonds shoes, and a peach-colored Italian silk necktie by Kenneth Roberts. I must get a few pairs of navy cotton dress socks at some point. The several pairs I have now are wool and too warm for this sort of Indian Summer weather. I made do with these, but they're a little busy. Fortunately, you can't see 'em when I stand.

The Belvest suit is something I splurged on last spring, new with original price tags still intact, but I nevertheless managed to pick it up for a mere fraction of the suggested retail price. The moral here is that if you know what you are after and keep your eyes open, eventually you'll find it. Inexpensively too.

-- Heinz-Ulrich

A rare standing selfie before I changed into chino shorts and pique polo top after arriving home early this afternoon. Only two dozen student papers left to read and grade before Thursday!

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