The unexpected thing about seasonal wardrobes is that though a man may have several times as many clothes as his friend with year-round clothing, his set of things for each season is usually not any larger. And if he is anything like myself, rotating the same pieces every day for months on end means boredom sets in even when there may be what some consider far too much in his closets. Fortunately, a new season brings relief.
The joy of the seasonal wardrobe (in addition to its weather appropriate weights) is that boredom is alleviated several times each year. The pleasure of the change in the weather does mean that, perhaps inevitably, the new comes out a couple of weeks or a month too soon (I may never forget a lunch in San Francisco a couple of years ago where I was dressed in a tweed jacket and flannel trousers in 85 degree (30 C) sunshine). But generally any pain is outweighed by satisfaction.
This would be neither here nor there were it not that I began my changeover this week. Even though I am still wearing some lightweight clothes, there is enough of fall in the air here for me to move a couple linen things each week into storage and bring out a few of fall’s lighter pieces (the flannels will need to wait a while). The change applies to more than just tailored clothing – hats were swapped in September, but that still leaves boots to replace the spectators and heavier walking shoes to fill the space that has been occupied by lightweight slip-ons. Living as I do in San Francisco there is always some mid-weight clothing in my closet and now the rest of it begins to emerge. The checked odd jacket is welcome.
A new season is cause for a smile.
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