What with the recent acquisition of the
boiled wool vests, the boy and I decided to strike a decidedly Anglo-
philic country pose this afternoon:

Argyle, plaid and corduroy for the Squire,

Plaid+plaid+wax cotton+ stripes+ tweed...

+flannel+yellow socks+suede shoes for the Gentleman (term used loosely).
If only we had a rifle, a hound of some sort, and 400 acres of woods, I'd dress exactly like this every day. Instead we ran some errands and picked up Mrs. G from her doctors appointment.