There are those all too rare days when -- whether inspired by one's attire, or not -- you are on fire. This morning, after the usual Monday round or reading and providing feedback on student work, submitted online at the end of last week, I managed to sketch out the skeletal structures of three separate planned articles and begin the first draft of an introduction to one of them. Before lunch. Hey, once in a while, it happens.
Cozy, soft attire for a cold, blustery November day here in Mid-Michigan. Everything pictured has been in the rotation for at least a few years barring the pocket square and mid-gray wool pants, which are recent acquisitions. One can never have too many of either in my view.
A very old friend once asked me a few years back, after a conversation on the number of dress socks in our respective dresser top drawers, whether I considered myself a dandy.
"Please!" I retorted. "I prefer the term fop."