Realizing that I’ve been a bit strident regarding Snatch Madras, let me declare the GTH trouser season wide open. Arrogant expression needs gravitas. Fuzzy needs teeth…Dicey Dentata. Having one’s patch arsenal locked down till at least July 4th leaves fewer option to manifest ridicule so I’ve gotta let you run with the fuzzies.
I’ve got mine out and ready for action but methinks one more pair is necessary for a good rotation. So if you see anything out there in the marketplace pounce worthy of ADG, just let me know.
By the way, our friends over at O’Connell’s have thrown a few more crazy ass madras numbers up on their website. Sorry again big boys…the sizes are limited. Being the son of a smoking mama has its benefits so I ordered another pair. Wait till you see these next babies that roll in. I might have to quarantine ‘em for a day or so. Somebody needs to buy these green and white semaphore flag babies. I'd have already been on 'em but they don't have my size.
Out with the flannel, cashmere and tweed. Finding my GTH ammo was the result of doing the closet switcheroo. I figured it was safe to go ahead and do the full blown summer switch so I did the North Wing-South Wing Casa Transfer.
And the corduroy, moleskin and flannel trousers.
Hello cotton, seersucker and linen.
Don't for one minute think that just because my patch mad sportcoat is in the closet, I'm not playing by the rules.
I can't wait to get into some of these pants. If you'd like to join me, I'll accept applications but the initiation fee is high.
I also found this great end on end button down…complete with little LFG’s footprints. I was wearing it when I welcomed my little girl to Earth. I did not cry when I found it. I did not. Shut up.
And GTH. ADG
Ps…I forgot my manners. Here’s a little something for the ladies. And Maurice.