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Seersucker & Madras Thursday. . .

 

Seersucker and Madras?  Sounds like it ought to be a mixed drink of some kind.  Gimme a Seersucker and Madras on the rocks!

But anyway.

Loud and proud today out ahead of the long Labor Day weekend and traditional end of the summer season here in the United States.  A vintage suit with 3/2 button stance and necktie combined with shoes and belt from Allen Edmonds along with socks by Dapper Classics.  And of course the barely visible Panama hat.  

Home tomorrow (Friday), since the Young Master inexplicably has a day off from school just nine days into his school year.  So it's back to chino shorts and short-sleeved Madras or polo sport shirts for the next few days along with Suburban Dad lawn games outside.  

I've already started a bit of lawn repair due to summer stress with grub treatment and slow release organic fertilizer.  Next up, some overseeding for the fall with some more slow release organic stuff in another ten days or so. 

Riveting news.  But, you've gotta push the grass plants to thicken up in those thinner spots brought on by summer dormancy before cooler weather arrives in October and November.

We really do watch the grass grow here in the Grand Duchy of Stollen.  Oh, the exciting lives we lead.

-- Heinz-Ulrich




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  1. CharlottesvilleSeptember 2, 2022 at 7:42 AM

    Another classic look, Heinz-Ulrich. Only a few more days to wear seersucker this year, at least for those of us who follow the old Memorial Day through Labor Day rule. I plan to get every bit of value from my seersucker suits and sport coats between now and Monday. Enjoy the long weekend!

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