“I Feel Like Dressing Again.”

Those are the exact words I used with my tailor as soon as I slipped on my new sportcoat.

Spalla

You see, it’s been miserably hot and humid here in Virginia. That isn’t surprising. But the heat and humidity make me want to loaf about in Bermuda shorts and a t-shirt.

That’s the problem with trying to find a casual middle ground. You begin to strip away ornamentation (your tie will be the first thing to go, socks next….) and suddenly you find yourself thinking that the sport coat or blazer isn’t really necessary in this sort of environment… And, before you know it, BOOM! Shorts and a t-shirt.

Relaxed grooming standards are the next step. Stubble, long hair. Then a bit of fun. A little color helps. Wrist raff begins to creep in. Paisley shirts may make an appearance for those on the hip path. Aloha shirts, for those who aren’t.

And, as long as we’re sort of all casual and flowy, we can hide a bit of beer belly without all the effort of breaking a work-out sweat.

You see where this is going. And I fell for it, like an egg from a tall chicken (James Coburn, “Charade.”)

But with the severe deconstruction of the sportcoat and the lightweight, open weave, and quarter-lined fabric, this coat is breezy-cool. It weighs next to nothing and lets in a draught.

All of which makes me want to dress up, again.

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Please Read This

IPoE

A very good post about the book, and how to apply its concepts to your life is found on The Lady’s Life. Follow the link!

In Pursuit of Elegance

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An Awkward Moment

gauche

adjective

1. lacking ease or grace; unsophisticated and socially awkward.

synonyms: awkward, gawky, inelegant, graceless, ungraceful, ungainly, maladroit, klutzy, inept.

It’s funny, but I don’t remember hearing anyone use the word “gauche” in a very long time. I used to hear it a lot, along with “unseemly.” Both seem to have gone the way of the dodo. Language, as we know, is fluid, a living thing used to describe our current state of affairs. Perhaps we are more sophisticated these days?

And then I think about our Presidential contenders. Who have definitely stooped to conquer. Things get ugly for the run up to November. God, and politicians, speak to us in terms that we understand, I suppose.

Which makes me want to reach for that word “gauche” again. Because the language they toss around is awful.

Even turning on the radio is getting dicey, especially with young children in the back seat soaking up every double entendre and flat out vulgar reference being made in most of our popular music. (As a former punk rocker, I’m one to talk. But most of that music was a cry against unfair systems. Protest music, most of which could be played on radio, think of The Jam and The Clash, even the Sex Pistols had a toe-tappable ditty or two that were within broadcast standards. They are quaint compared to today’s lyrics.) Standards, it seems, have dropped like one big H-, or should I say F-Bomb.

While we may be dressing better (are we?), our aspirations seem to sink lower, rather than look to rise up (to “better ourselves” for lack of a better phrase.)

No Class

Thus endeth the screed.

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