LFG and I remain blessed beyond measure. The economic-cash flow challenges that I felt in 2008 and half of 2009 are laughable compared to the ongoing challenges that thousands of families are facing. LFG and I shared a New York Strip and Mac and Cheese (her menu contribution) outside last night-sitting in Adirondack Chairs. Perhaps since the news consistently reminds us that people are struggling, it gets a bit easier for us to hear "yet another story about the unfortunate hungry". I can assure you that it's not getting any easier to be-unfortunate and hungry. Anything you can send....remember how meaningful and inspirational the Widow's Mite was....click here and donate
Now on to Boatneck Sweaters
I play this game sometimes and today is the perfect day for it because I'm running about half-throttle. We've got some respiratory junk going on over here at Casa Minimus. Here's my game... If the house was on fire and I could take only one material thing with me-by category-what would it be? One piece of furniture-one painting-one book-one … whatever. I would in the sweater category, after assuring that you if you were visiting, and LFG if she was in residence-were safely out the door-grab this, my Boatneck sweater. Thick cotton-no logos-no treatments-no buttons. Just a navy blue sweater.
I reluctantly wore a sweater two days ago. Albeit a cotton one, a sweater in September none the less. The chill here is just enough to warrant a bit of cover that if not removed, won’t have you too uncomfortable by midday. On a side note-someone asked why I don't offer a hearty grin in these self captured shots. That's an easy answer for me to provide. I've never felt sillier in my life than when I'm shooting pictures to post on this blog. It's painful for me to even do it at all-much less muster any effervescence to accompany the snap.
Some of the things that I most treasure are simple. My Polo-Ralph cotton Boatneck sweater lands clearly in the category of simple abundance. Basic sweater-abundance of utility. This old rag would be one of the key exhibits for my argument in favor of buying quality things when you can afford to do so. I bought this navy blue one and a cream one in 1983. This twenty seven year old sweater wears better than ever and will probably outlast me.
Case in point. Here's a photo of said Boatneck about twenty five years and twenty pounds ago. There were girls involved that night-it was fun. Where did my damn hair go?
I’ve travelled the world in this sweater and yes, if it could talk…. One of the things that I realized as I snapped some pictures of this old workhorse is that in twenty seven years, I’ve not had a major spill, rip, pull or tear cast upon Old Reliable. Nice. The cream colored one is MIA. Has been for years. Holler at me if you find it. I did find a picture of a Rolling Rock with me and the sweater attached to it. Heavy starched OCBD anchoring the Boatneck.
The neck of the sweater manifests the core of its differentiating personality. NO other sweater plays host to a popped collar like a Boatneck. The neck opening is splayed to accommodate a bit more exposure-kind of like the impact of a properly cut suit sleeve that shows just the right amount of white shirt cuff.
Another attribute of Old Reliable’s construct and personality is the remaining tautness of the waistband. It was no man’s land for a Trad shopping for sweaters several years ago when sweater cuffs and waistbands had no tension-no woven demarcation-the sleeves and body just kept running on till the end.was one of the biggest offenders as was I’m certain, most of the disco clothing shops on upper Wisconsin here in DC as well as the Malls.
The waistband on this baby remains tight as a girdle-not that I yet need one.
It’s fairly thick but baby soft after years of wear and works great at the beach without a popped collar under it. A starched OCBD looks regal under it as well.
Twenty years ago in my buddy's frame shop. Collar respectfully turned down for this sublime visit to the archival framing vault.
The utility of this cover is akin to the utility of a pair of Weejuns. Oceanside on a Saturday accompanied by a pair of shorts-then Sunday brunch after the Handlin’.
Don’t bother asking where one might procure such an item. I have no idea. Haven’t seen anything close to the understated élan or campaignable functionality of such a jumper in…twenty seven years.