A Rainy DB Blazer Monday. . .

Finally cool enough here in the Grand Duchy for double-breasted blazers, jackets, and suit coats!

Decided to go with a blazer and light gray trousers this morning, although it is apparent from the top photo why a good going over with a clothes brush is necessary after several months in the cedar closet. And some moisture from rain splashing on the pavement is evident in the lower photograph. Grrr.

Tried to shower, dress, and depart quickly and quietly far too early this morning. Neither of which was achieved. Except the early part. Have you ever noticed that when you try to be very quiet, invariably you walk into and knock over something large and loud?

It wasn't quite that bad today between five and six o'clock, but close enough. Crash, bang, boom! Followed by an internal cloud of blue language heard only by my not so subconscious after stubbing my toe against a large piece of bedroom furniture in the pitch black room. Not quite how I meant to begin the week. Fortunately, the Grand Duchess a few feet away and Young Master in the next room somehow managed to slumber on.

But otherwise, a not unpleasant combination of items, including some unintentional matching of necktie with SWIMS overshoes. I know, I know. A bit much. Even for yours truly, but when it's wet outside, you've gott a use what's handy.

-- Heinz-Ulrich

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