We hold these truths to be self-evident, that all men are created equal, that they are endowed, by their Creator, with certain unalienable Rights, that among these are Life, Liberty, and the pursuit of Happiness.
(My flagpole holder has been knocked down by high winds for the third or fourth time, so this is a close as I’m going to get to having The Manse at its festive best. As always thanks to the marvelous Mrs. PvE.)
Mrs. E. has the flu. Fortunately it’s the “Type B,” less virulent strain, but it is flu nonetheless. And because of that, I am reminded of the importance of constantly washing my hands. I hadn’t thought much about drying my hands. Do you?
The Architect, with his eye for the everyday indulgence, obviously has.
Those are either cotton or linen napkins, bought at estate sales and antique stores, ironed, folded and stacked for the guest’s use. The soiled linen is thrown into a basket under the sink to be laundered and returned. He has a drawer full and so never is without.
Stuck inside waiting to see if I’m contagious, I haven’t ventured out to the antique stores to invest in the beginnings of my own drawer full, so I did the next best thing and ordered 100% cotton squares from Amazon. As my first writing mentor taught me: “when you know enough to steal the very best…”
I keep the house cold when Mrs. E. isn’t in residence. Which makes layering a necessity when the temperatures dip below freezing outside. When I was living in a very drafty house in Indiana, I learned that layering knits and woolen shirts was an easy and comfortable way to ward off the chill. Here I am wearing a grey long sleeved merino polo, and a darker grey chunky cardigan. (Tan and cream herringbone flannel trousers complete the total comfort package.)
The neckerchief is controversial, but I like them. Especially since the silk keeps my beard from sticking in the knit collars.
Try it, if only indoors.