Sunday...Shots…

…and a long overdue round of  Trad Randomanalia

 Derek over at Cascadian Prep paid homage to my fuzzy impertinence with this great shot of color coordinated fuzzy leisure. Solid my man. Rock solid.

And it reminded me of the flack I caught at the end of last summer by a commenter who of course, threw a shot or two at me anonymously. So in the spirit of a sunny spring season that will literally NOT arrive in the mid-Atlantic, here are some oldie-but-goodie  shots from times sunny and skin less pasty. 

And while we're at it...why not a self aggrandizing chest shot?

So now on to some random as ever-alia...

Suede...loden...chukkas...Johnston and Murphy...fifty bucks on sale at their shop in Union Station.

And finally, Princess LFG used her store credit from Christmas at the Uggs store in Georgetown and pounced...on green Uggs. It be genetic.

Suede...vintage...Alden...spotted during my recent visit to Bobby from Boston. Not my size...otherwise these babies would be at home with me amidst a buck-bag refurbishment...becoming the foundation for a self aggrandizing Full-Cleveland. Shut up.

The "guess which airport...hotel room carpet" game has long since bored me. So now I've taken it to another level. I simply have the hotel make certain to match their carpets with my socks. I'm all about curtains and carpets matching. If indeed their remains any carpet these days. Weird trend that is.

We are more than proud of our little baker LFG. Report card this week saw us land on almost straight A's again butcept we got one B. No worries...she was only three points away from all A's and the B wasn't in math.

Help me. I'm dying over here. What do y'all do when the weather won't cooperate and soccer season can't begin? LFG insisted on origami and trust me, it ain't my strong suit.

Here's a photo of my Aunt Tootie in 1933. The boy is Darnell "Stinky" Ledbetter and he was trouble from the get-go. But Aunt Tootie needed little encouragement. Tootie and LFG look hauntingly alike and we've gotta make certain that LFG doesn't fall into Aunt Tootie's self destructive ways. Tootie and Stinky married in 1942 and drank, smoke, fought and fast danced for the ensuing fifty years.

Speaking of self destructive ways, I found another one of these a few weeks ago.

But fear not, I anti-doted it later in the evening with one of these.

Onward. In two inch cuffs. Wondering where the heck sunshine and warmer weather might be. Warm weather...you know...when your sockless ankles get tanned and your GTH trou complement a starched OCBD...a white one...so that the sun on your face really pops. And Jay and the Techniques never sounded better...