The cord suit topic has made me think of this. I enjoy a little bit of frumpy from time to time. Call it "The geography teacher look" if you want, but I prefer to think of it as the "English Professor" or the "Impoverished Writer." Bill Evans had a bit of mad genius frump to him, after all. I've got a vintage olive/brown herringbone tweed sack suit that I salvaged over the summer and cannot wait until it is cold enough to wear it. Tweed is a frumpy fabric. A worn oxford is frumpy. I am all about the slim look, but some times it is nice to take a frumpy vacation, especially in Autumn/Winter. I found a vintage maroon hopsack blazer with white buttons. Pure frump. Who else digs a bit of frumpy?
Shabby-dabba-doo!
Count me in.
Here's to the rumpled sleeve from time to time.
I do wear my sagging ancient grey merino cardie (two leather football buttons missing) quite a lot. And shit-brown cords, a size too large.
I win as I suspect that I actually smell this afternoon (an anchovy salad eaten in haste).
I picked up a nice old J. Press tweed with a nice blue plaid. Unfortunately I still need to wait about 2 more months before it is cool enough to wear. I much prefer colder weather clothes to spring and summer wear.
Join me here,
And wear some Tweed.
You'll like it,
If you've learned to read...
http://londonist.com/attachments/RachelH/Cecil1.jpg
Take my arm,
No need to talk.
Let's sally forth
To Woburn Walk:
http://literaryexplorer.webdelsol.com/london/woburnwalk.jpg
Come in,
Sit down.
Why should you care?
- That's A.N. Wilson over there.
http://www.londonisfree.com/Images/readingroom_main.jpg
Ah, there's a little bit of Boho Ivy in you all...
As my sixty second birthday looms, I think about this subject on an almost daily basis. I did the old 'geography teacher' bit while I was teaching history: tweed, cord. Now I think I want to look like a rather vulnerable old gentleman, possibly Italian, shuffling around, frumpishly, in his shabby Burberrys' fly-fronted and Astorflex. But - the cords I am currently cursed with are driving me insane. Slip, slip, slip. Tightening of the belt. Discomfort ensues. I would willingly pay a bounty to anyone looking in who could recommend 'elderly fat bastard' cords. Even Bill's might do it. Anything but these.