...I might even let a few of you spank me later.
I've written more than I should have about my navy blue Bass Weejuns that I've had since college. (Proof here) But I love 'em and there's been some runners up to them but nothing exacting enough for me to pull the purchase trigger. I almost had Ron Rider build me a pair from navy shell cordovan but our schedules never coincided so I moved on to other distractions...kinda like my dating strategy. Butcept it's usually the women who move on to other distractions. Dating me is kinda like going to Coney Island. You can only ride the roller-coaster so many times before asking for a bit more than undulating flurries of endorphins. Maybe a brief repast between rides...sitting...face to face...truly present and engaged...dialogue...eye contact. Oh, and as my sister LPC wisely offers..."showing up on time." That's when my Weejuns kick into reverse and skedaddle.
Oh. Right. This was about Navy Blue Weejuns. So yesterday while LFG was at dance class, I had an hour to burn and I dropped in at Brooks Brethren in Chevy Chase. I checked our their blue beefrolled loafer first hand. I suspected that it was wrong and I declared so without seeing it--I think I said so over at tumblr. After holding it in my hand I'm steadfast in my conclusion.
The lighter--contrast stitching beefroll just makes it more beefy and rolly. It's more of a demi-sueded denim debacle. Something akin to the denim seatcover option that I think, the Jeep Wranglers and the AMC Pacer offered twenty five years ago. Don't buy these. I don't care how big a boy you are, if I see you in these I'm gonna laugh and throw rocks at you.
But here's the breaking news. And you better pounce right now 'cause I'm betting these babies are gonna sell out fast. You not only need to thank me but a reader of my drivel as well.
I got an email early yesterday morning alerting me to the Bass 75th Anniversary Weejun. Navy Blue...one hundred and twenty bucks. No beefroll...just good ole classic Weejun construct. It might have the usual Bass "plastic" finish but I've already learned how to strip that sh_t off. Paul over at Silk Regimental updated us on a method and I think, so did one other blogger who escapes me at present.
I pounced on a pair before my feet hit the floor yesterday morning. Click here and do likewise.
And speaking of blue shoes. LFG woke up yesterday morning about the same time that I pulled the trigger on the Weejuns. She climbed in my bed and we started playing on the internet. Our playtime ended us up over at J.Crew. Out of guilt and sympathy (only the Buddhists have offered me clear-cut lessons on keeping such emotions in the right place. But I'm hard headed and lasting lessons need to be beaten into me and the Buddhists flat out won't beat anyone) I ordered LFG some electrick blau clogs. Shut up. She's the onliest child I have.
And the final note on blue. I spent a while at the MINI dealership on Friday morning getting a tweak or two on my buggy. Which by the way, is an absolute blast to drive.
The fun quotient is off the hook on my little go-kart but now, 2012 offers us the John Cooper Works MINI coupe. As if the four-seater wasn't small enough and fast enough, the JCW two-seater is a rocket. Chopped roof line...208hp...150mph.
The blue one was nice but I love this fuzzier version. Crazy I know but that's me.
Fuzzy is as fuzzy does.
Onward. Sunday. Clogged with a cold.
ADG II and LFG with clogs en route.