|Part of an obviously larger illustration, and I have no idea of its provenance, but the combination of items is pleasing. Even the spectator shoes peeking out from beneath the cuffed trousers.|
Ah, summertime style. Relaxed. A slow start to the morning. Another mug of strong coffee. A relaxed breakfast upstairs at the dining table with The Young Master in a few minutes.
Faded old Nantucket red shorts with a retired light blue OCBD shirt and surcingle ribbon belt for yard work today. It's sunny here in Mid-Michigan today, and I'm catching up with lawn mowing after a ten-day stretch at the repair shop. The mower that is. Not yours truly. But I am enjoying the unseasonably cool morning (about 60 degrees Fahrenheit) and the prospect of being out in it.
Later? Maybe putting the finishing touches on another Doodly whiteboard animation for the fall with possibly some roller skiing around the neighborhood before darkness falls, or painting toy soldiers for a stretch before an hour or so of bedtime reading with The Young Master. We're currently enjoying Harry Potter and the Prisoner of Azkaban. Post tuck-in and lights out, I'll then retire myself and enjoy more of the latest John Sandford detective thriller, featuring Virgil Flowers.
Oh, and there is also the pending arrival of a navy linen sports jacket much like the one pictured above. You know. For those summer trips to the dentist, ophthalmologist, et al when a wool blazer is too warm, yet you want to look a bit more pulled together than the average schmo off the street. A sports jacket over a tucked in, collared shirt with belt are about all it takes.
People really do interact differently with you when you are dressed, and that's not a bad thing.
The Next Morning. . .
I've just noticed, looking again, how low the gorge on the jacket above is. Clearly, this is not just a feature of 1980s vintage jackets and suits since the illustration above is very probably from the 1930s, the so called Golden Age of menswear.