I realized that Orvis was just across the street. And with thirty seven minutes remaining, I ambled my vinegary handed little a_s over there. Not much time to spare once I rolled in and engaged the predictable but comfortingly consistent construct of Orvis offerings.
Tried on a Barbour Beaufort for size…knowing that I was a 38 but still wanting to smell the new wax and flex a forearm against the yet to be broken-in paperesque sheathing. I left it there, comfortable in the knowledge that I’d win one on eBay for less dosh. The Beaufort is a want not a need. I gots me the shorter version sans game pocket...the Bedale I think. But I need a game pocket...for hooch and women.
But then a Liddesdale jumped me. Rather like the Cheeto on the rat this time. Colour and all. I tried to fight it off mama. Honestly I did. And at just south of $150.00 I pounced. I kid you not when I say that it really does fill a void in my outwear lineup. I had a cotton quilted version that I literally wore to shreds. The shoes...Weejuns...had 'em since college.
Looky at the bag they sent me home with.
And I like the way the Liddesdale adequately covers a sportcoat for an added layer of incremental warmth and just enough shrouding to fend off a flake or drop. Shut up.
I'm digging the chain-gang/work release orange.
Listen. Y’all pool your money and buy me this Barbour vest. Seriously. A waxed shell quilted down vest. The onliest thing I’m tentative about is the dilemma of re-waxing this baby with the downy under layer just below the surface. I’d call my Brazilian friends at the Bush Cleaners on Newbury Street. Oh, and size extra smug please.
And Merry Christmas to all. I finally found a spot on the LFG dance card tonight and we manifested enough Yule-ness to adorn our tree. Late I know but it’s been one of those (blessed) years. Just like last year, if you want a Christmas card from us, shoot me an email with your snail mail address and we’ll send you one.
Onward. In orange. Much to LFG’s dismay.