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Handsewn Wool Challis for the New Semester. . .

The upper half today.  Bottom half included golden tan pleated dress corduroy pants, a brown braided leather belt, my trusty brown Allen Edmonds brogues/wingtips, and some egg yolk-colored wool dress docks.  The splayed necktie is not an affectation, but rather it lacks a tie stay loop or useful brand label on the rear of the larger front blade.  Hell and damnation!  Let's throw caution to the wind once in a while

Well, the Spring 2019 semester kicked off with a bang this morning.  So, why not set the right tone by dressing with a little tweedy flair?  Of course a playful bit of sartorial irreverence never hurts either, so I stuffed the English bobby pocket square from the folks at 'Put This On' into my jacket pocket before heading downstairs this morning to herd the Young Master into his winter coat, boots, and backpack before heading outside to the school bus stop.

The necktie shown above was purchased a number of years ago at one of my former thrift/charity haunts in our old Central Illinois stomping grounds where, I think, most of the area's retired doctors and attorneys unloaded their professional attire once they no longer needed it.  I found numerous items there over a five or six year period, before we pulled up stakes and headed north to Michigan, that continue to form the basis of my daily wardrobe, including the J. Press tweed jacket worn with the necktie.

-- Heinz-Ulrich


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