Monday, September 21, 2009
Sunday, September 20, 2009
Friday, September 18, 2009
Much of my misspent youth was centered around River City and its environs. If you took a generous view of what constituted a suburb, many of the local suburban Illinois communities were founded by German immigrants in the mid 1800's. The good Germans brought many of their traditions including drunken September street fairs.
Thursday, September 17, 2009
Wednesday, September 16, 2009
Finally, there is this vest. It's hemp (linen).
Tuesday, September 15, 2009
Monday, September 14, 2009
Ladies, please work with me here.
Seems perfect to me, but I'll be dashed if I can sell it. The head of programming forcefully says NO!
Saturday, September 12, 2009
To bring my idea to fruition I asked bow tie creator extraordinaire, Ellie LaVeer Stager, if she may be interested in taking on the project. I got a firm maybe.
So, what do you think? I have no details about the three c's, cost, color or cut, but if the past is any guide I believe the product will not only be beautiful but affordable.
My apologies to the photographers. If anyone knows where these snaps came from, will you please let me know so I may credit the artist.
Friday, September 11, 2009
TIVO lives in Mrs. T's office (our bedroom). For years, just as we turn out the lights we watch a couple of minutes of HGTV's House Hunters, or on a good night House Hunters International. We've seen them all, but never remember which they choose, so its always new to us. Who can focus at 2 AM?
Last night, we're watching Pierre shop for a pied a terre in Paris. He's only willing to spend 500K Euro's, so by Parisian standards he's looking for a large closet. He's happily content looking at 650 square feet. Remember we're talking at a grand a foot here.
Finally, the agent takes him to a palace. 800 square feet, and he's undaunted by the 550k Euro price tag. Moderately out of the way, but he can have a bed and a table in these palatial digs. If he picks a small bed, perhaps there is even room for a plant. The floors were gorgeous though.
As we're becoming excited for Pierre, out of the blue Mrs. T announces, Pierre's spending $700,000 for property the size of our swimming pool!! Ruined my night's sleep.
Thursday, September 10, 2009
Wednesday, September 9, 2009
Tuesday, September 8, 2009
It's tough being owned by the world's dumbest dog. When he understood that the universe revolves around him, and that humans are only there to further his aims, the game was lost.
Ted the Wonder Dog hasn't left the porch, or driveway in a week. The ground has been wet, and he fears getting his dainty paws muddy, he's been sleeping like a cat. Can't say that I much blame him, but after a while, a dog has to go out and stay out for a while.
Just as we were getting ready for bed last night he decided he was going out. Heaven only knows who he was meeting, but he was going out come hell or high water. So I let him out and went to bed. Usually when he wants in he'll let us know.
In the morning I opened the door, expecting to see his sorry self asleep in his favorite spot on the porch. Only a semblance of him was there.
The savage beast must have spent the night chasing wild critters far and wide. He was covered in burrs so badly he couldn't open his eyes, and he wasn't at all happy about his inability to see. I spent my first hour picking burrs, thorns, sticks and grass from his wooly self, but he wouldn't let me anywhere near his face.
I was genuinely worried for him. The noise he made trying to free the burrs from his eyes was heart wrenching. Ever try to locate a vet on a holiday? It isn't easy. In desperation we called the groomer, bring him right over, she says. Within 10 minutes she had one eye uncovered, but felt the other required the clippers.
Betcha he doesn't leave his porch for weeks.
Monday, September 7, 2009
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Sunday, September 6, 2009
Perhaps one time wished for , but never, ever happened in real life.
Hidden within those pages was my daily exercise routine too. I better get back to it.
Saturday, September 5, 2009
Remember Nancy Mitford's classic, The pursuit of Love, and Love in A Cold Climate? If you do, you'll remember the narrator, the niece of Uncle Davy. Her claim to fame, and shame was that she was the daughter of The Bolter. One day mom just ran off. Left husband and 3 children behind to take off with a man she hardly knew.
The character, The Bolter, was based upon the real exploits of Idina Sackville, cousin of Vita. Her father was the 8th Earl of De La Warr. Family as old as England. One of the earliest Earls was Royal Governor of Virginia, and later gave name to Delaware.
Idina was young, rich, beautiful and knew everyone. Hers is a fabulous tale. A morality tale gone wrong.
Written by her great granddaughter, the story is told with all the warts. Don't pick it up, late at night. You'll never get to sleep.
Friday, September 4, 2009
Thursday, September 3, 2009
Other than a few accessories I may be done. Or so I thought.
The photo above is from Scott Schuman's book, "The Sartorialist".
Looking at the above photo, I realized I'm short on waistcoats. I generally avoid three piece suits, and have consequently not given much thought to vests. What I didn't consider was the option of the odd vest
I have been scouring the fall catalogs for available styles. I am thus far suitably unimpressed by fabric and cost, but I have been fabric shopping. Moleskin and tweed. Something complimentary to go with tweeds in the closet.
My favorite Polish tailor is visiting the old country until mid October. By then I may have some clever ideas for him. If you have a great source drop me a line.