Walking the Line
So yesterday I did it. I wore linen trousers for the first time this season. I know, I know, it’s not Memorial Day yet, nor is it even officially baseball season until Sunday. But, when it’s 85 degrees outside on the first of April, rules become the last of my worries.
Clothes With (A) Character
I have been lucky enough to be invited to write a guest post each Monday for the wonderful Men’s Flair. In case you are not yet a reader, and believe me you should be, here is my contribution from Monday:
Changing for Dinner
Over the weekend, I stumbled upon this image on The London Lounge boards, and found it both utterly charming and completely hilarious. The chap on the left, dressed in what we would consider extremely formal evening wear, is roguishly picking his gloves off his fingers while the rather priggish young man to the right looks on in disdain.
Stormy Weather
Just as I began to think that a breeze and some sunshine were becoming the order of the day, typical St. Louis weather kicked in and yesterday was a not-so-wonderful 45 degrees and pouring rain all day. Wednesday afternoon was spent playing croquet on the campus lawn, and Thursday was spent shivering and wringing the water out of my mackintosh’s pocket linings.
Getting Inked
I must admit, I don’t get the chance to hand-write many things. It’s not that I have wonderful penmanship either, average at best, but there is something much more pleasurable and thoughtful about writing something by hand than typing it. Once written, you can’t take something back, and every stroke must be deliberate and premeditated.