Tattersall Vest Wednesday. . .

The simple swapping in and out of shoes and accessories can produce a host of different looks that are nevertheless beneath the same umbrella. Doing my best Tuppy Glossup here today with the addition of a bold wool vest given to my by The Grand Duchess last Christmas, some equally bold wool socks, and a rather festive silk pocket square -- for December 1st -- that I've had for about 15 or 16 years.

The wool tie is an old favorite that, thrifted 1o or so years ago. The suede brogues are by Allen Edmonds made for sale in Nordstrom department stores, but I snagged them very cheaply on Ebay in late 2015 just before we moved (Yet again! Twice in six months that year.) from an apartment into Totleigh-in-the-Wold in early December that year.

Gotta wear 'em now before the snow starts piling up when L.L. Bean duck shoes and boots become the default footwear of choice.

-- Heinz-Ulrich

"Fra-gee-lay. It must be Italian!" My sole concession to Christmas schlock, a 20" replica of the famed leg lamp as seen in the 1983 film A Christmas Story, based on Jean Shepherd's novel In God We Trust: All Others Pay Cash.

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The Pleasaures of a Well-trained Dog. . .

A few final photographs from my visit to my sister in Washington, D.C. last week. These include one of 'Mr. Beau,' my sister's meticulously trained and truly wonderful Doberman, another of my sister, second cousin, step-father, and yours truly on the steps of the church outside Lexington, North Carolina just after our late mother's interment service, two of me solo at the National Cathedral, and a final one of my sister and me hamming it up during a long evening walk the day before I returned to Michigan. My sister routinely walks to the cathedral, about three blocks from her place, to enjoy the grounds and gardens. The Bishop's Garden, in particular, is a place she likes to sit for quiet contemplation and internal dialogues with our late maternal grandparents and mother, very much in keeping with the Episcopal side of things. Our grandfather, who was raised Methodist, became an Episcopalian when he married our grandmother. Before you ask, I am not sure tha

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Almost Mid-June Sunday Style. . .

A fter two months, Blogger has decided to allow me in the door once again, so I can add a long overdue post documenting my take on classic male style. Since we are almost in the throes of summer, let's go with a warm weather theme this morning. Now, the items above will not be to everyone's taste: Deck shoes without socks, shorts, pleats, skinny pale legs, etc. All invite tisk-tisking and debate in certain online fora, but that's ok. I wouldn't wear attire this to campus Monday through Friday, or to church. But for relaxed, comfortable warm weather-wear around the house during the weekends, with maybe a quick trip down the road for a gallon of milk at the super market, this will do nicely, thank you very much. It's certainly preferable to the wrinkled, torn, stained sloppy alternative we see everywhere in 2022. Neither is it at all far removed from how the various men and boys across three generations of my extended family presented themselves during even

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