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Harris Tweed Tuesday. . .

 The upper half for today. . .

Continuing to have fun with dressing up in my day-to-day life here in Mid-Michigan where it has at last turned cool enough for corduroy, tweed, and wool flannel. 

Of course, that was helped by, at long last, bringing the heavier fall and winter items up from the basement cedar closet and placing them into the wardrobe in our bedroom with the oveflow going to the closet in the TV room across the hall.  I know, I know. . .  Until mid-April next year, the spring and summer weight items have gone downstairs to the same closet adjacent to our family room and office spaces.  It's always fun to rediscover forgotten items during this twice yearly rotation.  

On a related note, I took the opportunity to filter out a number of things that never fit quite right or simply don't get worn anymore.  These went to the Goodwill and The Salvation Army stores where they might help someone after a few dressier items at very reasonable prices.

Occasional sifting, winnowing, and refining of one's wardrobe down to the key elements of what works best -- given one's personality, sartorial aims, and/or occupation -- is both a pleasure and a necessary exercise in the ongoing journey to improve one's self-presentation.  Over time, this sort of fine-tuning  enables a guy to develop a distinct look that is all his own. 

-- Heinz-Ulrich

 The lower half. . .

And the socks!


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