New Pocket Square Wednesday. . .

A few days late in getting these photographs posted here, but we are into the latter half of the semester/term here, so things have become fast and furious as students and faculty try to keep their heads above the rising waters. Classes end on December 08, but who's counting?

In any case, the weather was quite warm last Wednesday, so out came a cotton jacket and chinos that I keep on a hanger together because these two particular items work so well together. It's very easy to add almost any shirt-necktie-socks combination, slip into the loafers, and in minutes you're ready for whatever the day might throw at you.

Not visible is the brown braided leather belt that I always pair with these loafers. It's not an exact match, but in the same color range and close enough for my tastes.

The pocket square, one of two new ones, is an early birthday gift from my sister in Washington, D.C., who ordered and had them sent from the U.K. via DHL. From Rampley & Co., they are 100% silk, with a wonderfully full-bodied hand.

The second square features darker reds, oranges, and browns and is a reproduction of Britain's 28th Regiment of Foot in square formation, awaiting the onslaught of French cavalry, at the Battle of Quatre Bras on 16. June 1815. The original was painted by Lady Elizabeth Butler in 1875 by the way. Perfect for autumn in any case, so I'll wear this latter pocket square with whatever I throw together for tomorrow, Monday the 30th of October.

Where on earth did the last month go?

-- Heinz-Ulrich

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Up North Style. . .

Bad Dad makes a friend. YMP and Bad Dad on the shores of Lake Michigan. Or was that Crystal Lake? The Grand Duchess takes a selfie in her kayak. How NOT to impress the girls sunning themselves along the river. YMP and Bad Dad kayaking on the Platte River headed toward Loon Lake. J ust back from a week in Northern Michigan in a charming and spacious house on the banks of the Betsie River outside of Thompsonville. A largely pleasant seven days despite some challenging episodes with the Young Master, who has picked up some very questionable habits and language from his friends in the 8th Grade during the school year just ended. But otherwise, we enjoyed ourselves and contemplated remaining for a few days longer since the house was available. In the end, we decided to return home as planned originally since neither my wife, nor I wanted to spend the remaining days chained to our computers in Zoom meetings from our vacation destination. I actually managed to leave the laptop and ip

Mid-June Thursday Style. . .

A nother pretty typical variation on the theme for late spring, summer, and very early fall. I'm a huge fan of Madras and have several such shirts in the seasonal rotation. Lightweight, exceedingly comfortable, and even dressy when pressed and tucked in, which is the usual way of things here at Totleigh in the Wold. Now, if I had my druthers, I'd still rather be skiing the trails in the upper half of "The Mitten" (of Michigan), in the Upper Peninsula, or Ontario. But summers ain't so bad either, and I'd look pretty funny walking around in cross-country ski attire during June. -- Heinz-Ulrich

A Lazy Saturday at the End of June. . .

A sleepy first half of the weekend here at Totleigh. Warmer and quite humid ahead of an approaching cool front here in Mid-Michigan. Perfect for yet another pair of chino shorts an a seersucker shirt -- tucked in of course -- with the usual leather deck shoes and ribbon belt. Otherwise, not much accomplished beyond a page or so of writing and monkeying around with audio settings for an upcoming podcast episode. However, I was not completely useless yesterday! I made a huge fruit salad for dinner, which the Grand Duchess and I enjoyed a short while later at the table on the back porch. The Young Master, as is his wont on Saturday evenings, took his dinner on a tray in the TV room upstairs where he whiled away a couple of hours on Flight Simulator, flying some sort of commercial airliner to some destination across the Atlantic or Pacific. I would have loved that sort of technology at about nine or 10 way back during the late 1970s, aka The Stone Age. As it is, my sister and

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