Midwinter Saturday Style. . .

A cold, gray, and crunchy February Saturday here in the Grand Duchy. Not necessarily ideal for skiing, but perfect for a quick drive up the road and around the corner to pick up a prescription and several household items for the Grand Duchess and Young Master. Illustrating yet again that it is entirely possible to dress comfortably for the season without devolving into something that resembles an overstuffed yet walking dirty laundry bag filled with soiled, wrinkled clothing.

Pictured here are my favorite Norwegian sweater of all, a 30+ year-old L.L. Bean number from when they were the genuine wool article made in Norway along with a well-worn pair of Land's End corduroy jeans, a pair of L.L. Bean duck shoes, both of which have been in the rotation for at least a dozen years, and a barely visible flannel shirt by L.L. Bean worn beneath the sweater. Invisible are the newer but rather Nordic looking socks by Smart Wool (in blue, brown, and orange) and a navy and green ribbon belt that has been in regular use for the last several years.

And the moral of the story? It's nice looking presentable even when hanging around the house and running a few quick errands during the weekends. The people you live with will appreciate it even if they say nothing.

Speaking of which, the Grand Duchess and I plan to convene by the hearth this evening for some more wine and a game or two of Backgammon. Can't wait!

-- Heinz-Ulrich

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