My white cap…

A year or so ago, I found this beautiful white cap while walking around my neighborhood. At the time, I assumed it had fallen off a truck or some open vehicle. Since I thought it looked rather good, I have worn it from time to time since that time. 

I’ve also tried to decipher what was scribbled on it without much success and settled on some probable initials like NW. I even tried Google Lens, an app used to identify objects and it could only return that it might be a “William Murray golf hat” which of course wasn’t even close. 

That was until last night, during our after-dinner walk, when I happened to have that special white hat on. We came across a couple walking in the opposite side of the road towards us. We greeted each others and the man said “Where did you get that hat?” I answered “That’s a very long story…” which it truly was. 

The man replied: “That’s my company, ‘Mark Wintzer’ is the name!” I answered: “If is as stunning as the hat is, it must be a hell of a great company!”

A life-changing discovery

It took me about almost seven decades to find out which way I should put my T-shirt in the appropriate direction. 

In the past, I always relied on the tag stitched by the collar, but since shirts companies have been trying to save all the money they could, many of these are now imprinted and depending on the shirt color, barely legible if at all. 

This, of course is a male problem and collars for that consumer type are almost symmetrical front and back. 

That’s about the time when I providentially discovered the presence of an inside tag on my T-shirts located on the left seam, that was meant to let me know for sure that my shirt was on the proper side of my body and, in the process, changed my humble daily life forever!

Goodbye old business suits!

The last time I wore a business suit was, I believe, more than 15 years ago, at a friend’s wedding in Vail, Colorado.

Since that time, my suits have been waiting patiently inside a downstairs bedroom closet, and on numerous occasions, my wife has begged me to get rid of the ones I would never wear again.

On Thursday, I finally gave in, and proceeded to conduct a painful sorting of what should be kept and what should be given to a local charity.

One good news was that all of my clothes were still fitting me easily, albeit in a baggier fashion than what’s fashionable these days. I must have lost quite a bit of muscle mass, even though I was never a muscled man.

The bad news was that for the most part, the styling was no longer in fashion. Granted, it might return some day, but without any guarantee that the jackets styling will be synched with the trouser’s, plus the time element make such a wait highly speculative!

With all these considerations in mind, I kept a tuxedo, a sport jacket, a timeless navy blazer, a pair of gray slacks and a navy pin stripped, double-breasted suit even though that style is not (yet?) in fashion again.

When all was said and done, this rescue felt like a lost cause as I’ll probably will have to step up and buy a new suit if some future event requires my wearing some decent, formal attire!

My Adidas training suit

Juste like Fidel Castro used to, I’m a big Adidas training suit fan. Ever since I quit running as a regular sporting activity, I hardly ever wear it, but I did today as the weather was rainy and unpleasant.

I wore it to pick up some of my last remaining salads in the veggie garden. When I entered back home, I saw my reflection into the glassed entry door and suddenly realized that the jacket didn’t quite match the bottoms, as the former had fluo yellow stripes and logo while the pants had gray stripes and logo.

Unless they had been designed by some color blind moron, the two pieces must have been switched at manufacturing birth and I had never realized it for all the time I had the suit. Neither had my wife who usually never misses gross abnormalities like this one.

Needless to say that my unconditional love for this outfit has taken a huge blow today. Will I keep on wearing it? Probably, because, deep inside, I’m as defiant and as iconoclastic as Fidel!