Early November Style. . .

Winter is on the way! Bull Road in Alsace Township, Berks County, Pennsylvania. Early Friday and early today, it looked very similar here in Mid-Michigan.

A couple of blustery days here in our neck of the woods, as winds, rains, and then two early light snows have brought down remaining leaves from the trees. Still too warm for the snow to hang around, but we had almost an inch on the ground by late yesterday (Friday) morning, and a good inch covering everything early today (Saturday) before it melted. Definitely sweater and corduroy jean weather.

Speaking of which, no photographs of your truly's current weekend wear, but here's the rundown of the different items for today. I've got on an old light blue oxford cloth button down shirt beneath a 25-year-old cream and charcoal L.L. Bean Norwegian fisherman's sweater with a new pair of very green corduroy jeans, which were a birthday gift earlier this week from The Grand Duchess, held up by a navy and red surcingle belt. And on the tootsies, the usual well-worn suede camp moccasins from Allen Edmonds that good ol' Mom sent to me several years ago. These have become my go-to house shoes between October and late April each year.

It it is entirely possible to be comfortable (our national obsession along with constant snacking), yet more than presentable at home during the evenings and weekends for yourself. And those you live with.

-- Heinz-Ulrich

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