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A Few New Items on the Way. . .

A Borsalino 'Classico' felt fedora is on the way.  I chose taupe this time around since I already have a chocolate brown 'Dearborn' by Optimo Hats and a different model of fedora from Borsalino in charcoal gray.


A recent birthday left yours truly with a nice little bit of funds burning a hole in the sartorial pocket, so after today's office hours online. . .  which no students attended. . .  I did something about that.  I first placed an order for another couple of shirts from Mercer & Sons.  Then, I ordered a Borsalino Classico Felt Fedora from Holland Hats via our friends at Amazon.  


A blue windowpane pattern in broadcloth, replacing a similar though long gone button-down I once had and loved.  I wore it often with a necktie, navy blazer, khakis, and tasseled loafers to various department dinners and evening events as a grad student at the tail end of the 90s and into the early 2000s. 


A less staid classic navy, green, and white Tattersall also in broadcloth.  Mercer offers a bunch of Tattersall models, and it would be very easy to go hog wild and strive to acquire one in every combination of colors.


With any luck, the hat should be here before long.  The shirts depend on the backlog of orders at the Mercer factory, and how quickly new ones can be processed, assembled, and sent.   About a 10-week turnaround, give or take, according to David Mercer when we communicated earlier today, but there's no great hurry.  It will give me something to look forward to early in the new year..

-- Heinz-Ulrich


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