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A Calm, Sunny Saturday. . .


A vintage 1930s ad for menswear that is new to me.  But, given my penchant for double-breasted blazers and suits, I liked it immediately.


A delightfully sunny, calm November Saturday here in The Grand Duchy!  

I've spent it doing my own thing while The Grand Duchess and Young Master attended his various Tae Kwon Do classes and ran a few other errands.  After a shower about 11am, I donned a tweed jacket, dress cords, an oxford cloth button-down shirt, braided leather belt, and penny loafers for my own set of errands.  

That included another visit to the tailor's to pick up and drop off a few more items.

The first item of business was to try on the two heavy wool navy blazers (one single- and one double-breasted), corduroy sports jacket, and three pairs of wool flannel pants left last week, including two brand new pairs of the latter.  The items in question looked amazing in the three-way mirror.  If such a thing is possible, my tailor seems to be doing even more exacting work than he has in the recent past.  I had no idea off the rack clothing could look this good. 

As so many other, more knowledgeable menswear enthusiasts have noted in the blogosphere, if/when you find a capable tailor, cultivate that relationship and have your gear altered over time.  Even one or two relatively simple alterations make a tremendous difference in how you look (and feel) in your clothing. 

I cannot wait to wear some of this stuff come next week.

As always, I dropped off a few more pieces for similar work (waist suppression for jackets plus taking in waists and seats of the pants).  This time, the final two bold tweed numbers and another two pairs or wool flannel pants. 

Following a few additional small errands, I returned home to a quiet house and enjoyed another mug of coffee before changing into more casual attire.  It was then time to moisturize and shine my oxblood penny loafers and dark tan single monkstrap loafers.  

Since these are a more casual shoe, I prefer a softer sheen to the the usual high shine lavished on my lace-up models.  Safir Renovatuer and shoe cream in the requisite colors produce very pleasing results. 

All told, it has been a lovely day for this shockingly vapid, middle-aged popinjay.  But it's not over yet.

Call it spousal and fatherly intuition, but I suspect my wife and son might have a few things planned for dinner and dessert this evening.  Not a bad way to mark the latest 29th birthday.

-- Heinz-Ulrich

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  1. Happy birthday, Heinz-Ulrich! I hope it was as enjoyable as it sounds.

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  2. Thank you, Charlottesville! It was a relaxing weekend all the way around.

    Kind Regards,

    H-U

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