Three Patterns for Thursday. . .

Three patterns yesterday. Four if you count the socks.

This is one of my favorite suits in the spring-summer-early fall rotation, a vintage silk-wool Corbin number, although it needs a wee bit of tailoring given the recent weight loss. The coat is a little large around the middle now, but not excessively so. Only a tailor or menswear enthusiast (Nerd?) would notice.

To everyone else, I am just that overly dressed weirdo with the nearby Panama hat and small thermos of coffee working over by the library windows early each day. Happy Friday everyone!

-- Heinz-Ulrich

P.S.

I moisturized and shined these shoes last night, since our blasted internet was down again (Dial-up was more reliable 25 years ago!), using a combination of Saphir Renovateur, Allen Edmonds shoe cream, Kiwi wax, and Saphir neutral high gloss wax, plus one of my late maternal grandfather's horsehair shoe brushes and an old nylon stocking for the final mirror shine effect on the toes and heels. They are absolutely stunning now. I'll share a photograph on Saturday.

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Saint Valentine's Day X-Country Skiing Style. . .

Yet another skiing photograph. I know, I know. But we have been having so much fun this winter. I think it shows here. S kiing every other day here lately, and occasionally every day, the last few weeks. This Valentine's Weekend, w e've hit the local groomed trails again for a few hours Saturday and again on Sunday. In a word, glorious! I have not skied this much since I was last in Norway 20+ years ago, clumsily learning the ropes in the Bymarka (The City Woods) outside of Trondheim. This is an extensive series of groomed trails, much of it lighted until 10pm or so each evening, through miles and miles of pine and spruce forest that surround the city at higher elevations. In newly fallen snow, Bymarka really is like a fairyland that would take several years to explore fully. I miss it, but we're not doing too badly here in Mid-Michigan by any stretch this winter either. Best of all, The Young Master's skiing technique and stamina seem to grow by leaps and

4th of July Weekend Style. . .

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The Sunday Papers. . .

I once knew a dean of something or other when I was a graduate student at The University of Wisconsin-Madison, who restored old radios like these and had two or three working models in his office on campus. He turned them on for me once. Nothing sounds quite like these old tube (valve) sets with their large, resonant polished wood cabinets. An iPhone with earbuds ain't the same thing, folks. This particular illustration turns up here at Classic Style with some regularity, but it conveys perfectly the mood of today's post. Relaxed. At ease. Kind of sleepy. Definitely not worried about the trials and tribulations of the world for the moment. My late father used to smoke a pipe during the weekends, and, although I am not a smoker, the aroma of good pipe tobacco is not unpleasant when I detect it on occasion. Ok, magazines rather than a newspaper here, but the expression on his face is priceless. And many Sunday papers do have a magazine supplement, so it's not that

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