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Fall Break Monday Style. . .

 



 

The Young Master and I had some fun yesterday (Sunday) afternoon while digging out a few exterior  seasonal decorations from the furnace room.  Enlarge the top photograph to see what Mr. Bones is reading about at my son's suggestion.

Personally, I would be happy to skip the Halloween decorations outside beyond a couple of jack-o-lanterns glowing on the front porch for trick-or-treat evening, but The Young Master, who turns 13 this week, still enjoys it, so what are you gonna do?  He will be answering the door this year, however, rather than heading out himself.  

But fear not all you advocates of kids hopped up on sugary treats!  His Tae Kwon Do studio has organized a trunk-or-treat for Saturday afternoon, in which our son will indulge following his morning classes toward Black Belt Recommended status (testing in December).

Fall Break the first two days of this week, so a bit more work from home since, officially at least, the university is not closed for faculty and staff.  Just time off for the students.  

Now, what about today's attire?

The navy rugby shirt is a 2015 Christmas gift from the Grand Duchess while the obnoxiously salmon corduroy jeans (How could I pass 'em up?) were a steep clearance (Imagine!) purchase from Land's End a week or so ago.  Today is their first wearing, held up with a navy and lime green ribbon belt.  Perfect for fall, winter, and early spring evenings and weekends at home.  And look, Ma!  No bean dip or beer stains.

Finally, I've had another brief piece published on the Ivy Style website that you can read HERE.  I have, however, been inadvertently outed in the process, but we'll just ignore that little detail and continue the Teutonic-flavored conceit curated and cultivated so carefully here at Classic Style here since 2012.

-- Heinz-Ulrich




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  1. Is it Stokes aka Heinz-Ulrich or Heinz-Ulrich aka as Stokes? Please clarify.

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  2. "Heinz-Ulrich" is my nom de plume and Teutonic style alter ego.

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