Mad For Plaid

So why not wear eight kinds at once? Sun blazing, 80 degrees and humid, Memorial Day safely in the rear view mirror, and out come the "crazy pants": patch madras, in a bold, primary color palette, the ultimate in "go to hell" style.


Paired with one of my recently acquired Land's End tennis shirts, and sockless boat shoes (of course).

I bought these pants a few years ago, and they were quite the splurge. I was desperate to have a a pair, but as you may well imagine, these don't exactly turn up as often as, say, grey slacks at the thrift stores. Mrs. G, tired of hearing me harp on the subject, instructed me to break all my own self imposed rules and buy a pair (gasp!) new. "Spoil yourself," she said, "you never buy anything new."

That was all the permission I needed. I went straight to Brooks Brothers on Berkeley Street, ready to buy, but the ones they had available were a bit frumpy for a dashing young man such as yours truly. Too baggy, too pastel, too old. I found this pair down the street at the Polo store. The cut is significantly trimmer, which I like, and the colors are bright, bold and simple. Green, Red, Navy, Yellow. It was June and they only had one pair left, in my size. $110...shocking! I do find it amusing that on the rare occasion I can be convinced to buy new, I go and buy something silly and completely impractical. But they do make me happy, so who cares.

Upon arriving home, Mrs. G said something like "You paid how much for those silly looking things?"

I wear them a lot, mostly with tennis shirts in navy, white or yellow, though I will occasionally put them with a tie and a blazer. A ribbon belt is de riguer:p.s. this was yesterdays post, but I fell asleep on the couch watching reruns of Law & Order and didn't wake up until nearly 2 a.m. Such is the fast paced lifestyle of a stay at home dad on a Saturday night.