The H1N1 Swine Mephistopheles has landed in our shop. One of my business partners little girls has a confirmed case. We’ve been sick with respiratory gunk but I don’t think that we’ve had the full blown Swine Flu. Be careful out there.
The sequelae are physiognomically apparent-however, I think there’s something appealing about this little guy.
Heading out to Seattle this morning for the balance of the week. Then it’s off to Gotham next Sunday after an LFG weekend and then to Seattle again for the end of next week... We have a few final destinations before the end of the year including Las Vegas and a couple of other sorties to New England. So we’ve got many more opportunities to critique carpet before Santa arrives
.Just a couple of housekeeping things before launching another older post. Please go over to To The Manner Born and sign up as a follower of Toad and leave a welcome back message. I’m thrilled that he’s back in the fold and we need to let him know that his posts will be followed and appreciated.
A few of you have commented on my updated subtitle. I loved the phrase so much that I asked LPC if I could use it. She was predictably gracious and if you haven’t visited her. Please do so here.
Stay tuned for the following posts...
Hats and why I don’t wear much beyond a baseball cap. There’s a childhood reason. Dig the Vel dishwashing liquid in this old picture of me and Santa.
Cooking with LFG
The enduring style contribution of windowpane.
The delicate issue of non-cowboys wearing cowboy boots.
The dangers of drinking and dressing.
Now…on to Seattle and Sleeve Cuffs
I’ve had this on and off appetite for sleeve cuffs for years. My buddies at Flusser tell me that it’s related to the same Southern redneck predisposition that I have for rear view mirrorfuzzy dice, hula girl dashboard figurines…you know…dual exhausts and Cragar mags. If they didn’t restrain me, I’d put every bell and whistle treatment possible on my bespoken togs. Color, proportion, treatments etc….I pay them well for the restraint they insist on me demonstrating. Ah but sleeve cuffs...I could never wear them with the elan of Merkin and Fleming.
Sleeve cuffs were the last frontier for me. I’d already done bellows/poacher pockets. Open patch pockets with pleats…English split back trousers with a center buckle. It was time for sleeve cuffs. I have a navy blue windowpane suit with sleeve cuffs as well as a green cashmere-wool blend sportcoat with the adornments.
I had to show the lining along with the sleeve cuff of the cashmere-wool blend green bomb sportcoat. I told you I was a redneck.
Navy Blue Windowpane...single breasted peak lapels-three button rolled to the second-ticket pocket-English split back trousers-sleeve cuffs. This one predates my marriage.
I’m done though. Two togs cuffed …enough.Onward. Cuffed.
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