The weather is cooling and I have all these great sport coats and wool trousers and such piling up in the closet. I am also being successful at not waiting for an excuse to doll it up. I have the clothes, they fit me, they suit me and I feel good in them, that is all the reason I need.
Yesterday was an early half shift at work, so I had plenty of time to work on the studio and still go out for a bit.
There wasn’t anything of a frill to this round, but I played with color and texture and enjoyed the outcome.
The trousers were a dark greyish brown wool and I wore my Wescos.
The jacket may be too light for it all, but I felt great and – honestly – I don’t much care. Recreating oneself in leaps and bounds requires some risk-taking. I am tired of little steps and hobbles…
And, yeah, I was tipsy and didn’t realize my beard was so whacked… a drawback to collared shirts, I imagine…
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