Happy Easter from Classic Style. . .

The top this Easter morning following a shower and blow-dry. Some Wahl clippers are on the way, via Mr. Amazon, to clean up our necks and around the ears.

And the message for today? Put on a collared shirt before you sit down to the dinner table, gents! No one in your family should be forced to endure man boobs and/or nippleage peaking through a t-shirt that's too small, and which should have been given to the ragman 20 years ago. Come on.

-- Heinz-Ulrich

And the lower half. A bit chilly here today in Mid-Michigan, so we're still sporting the usual corduroy jeans. The navy and red surcingle belt (one of two casual belts in the rotation) is just out of sight here.

Finally, what would Easter be without a photo of the mad chef preparing some Easter Bread? He's gotta work off some of that sugar-infused energy following waffles with syrup for breakfast and then several chocolate eggs from the Easter basket for dessert.

The finished product. A bread-version of The Easter Bunny, Ernst P. Haase himself.

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