Sunday, August 3, 2008
Summer Colors On The Skids
The forecast was at odds with the reality; the official wild guess from the National Weather Service had missed the mark by a wider margin than usual.
Instead of humid and mid-80s, it was humid and low 70s, until it rained, when it was humid and high 80s, until the cold front blew through, and it was dry and high 60s.
Oh, wait a minute, I am describing the "climate control" in the facility where I earn my clothing allowance.
Looking for a way to continue the sort of harder Ivy look the new FNB board has infected me with, I came up with this inexpensive grouping of an eBayed 55/45 wool/silk BB jacket in a muted and pastel-like plaid, LE non-iron white pinpoint bd (overstocks), Paul Stuart knit tie (thrift), LL Bean twills with the labels cut out and sold mega-cheap by Sierra Trading Post, and new El Salvador Weejuns that are starting to show signs of wear, finally (new but hardly dear at $90 shipped).
Plus a haircut from Mario. I work with a gay man, a very amusing guy who sounds the warning when my hair gets too long (or, in my case, bushy).
He knows this elicits a conditioned, practically Pavlovian response from me. All he has to say is "Hi, Fluffy," and the next morning I am opening the barber shop.
"Mario, that guy I work with called me 'Fluffy' again."
"Well, I guess we'll have to de-Fluff you. Have a seat."
Posted by Patrick at 7:03 AM