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.
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Some things are hard for me to shake. For example, I grew up wearing a lot of collared shirts. T-shirts are difficult for me to wear unless I’m exercising.
But then I began to notice some very stylish looking men wearing crew neck sweaters without shirts.
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Mr. Takada makes me want to try cropped trousers, even. Greek calves and a stocky German build just won’t lend themselves to the look though. He does solve my issue of feeling like I’m wearing a t-shirt by the addition of a neckerchief.
Now all I need to do is lose ten pounds. Extra-fine merino sweater by Sunspel. (I’m still getting used to the idea.)