I'm a sucker for the trappings of the proverbial peacock. I like my cords in
colors brighter than the sun. I'm a sucker for
yellow socks. Don't forget about my less than subdued
favorite scarf. But sometimes, you gotta take a cue from the
Swiss and remain neutral.

A Barbour jacket in muted olive is dead perfect with a rumpled white oxford and a grey knit tie.
(side note: dig that collar pin. I recently nabbed a Harrington style jacket by Lacoste, 1980s vintage, in teal {told you I was usually anything but neutral}. It wasn't until I got it home and went to wash it that I even noticed the enamel pin of the Italian tri-color.That thing is magic pinned to a Barbour corduroy collar, ain't it?)Neutrality comes in especially handy in these hard-to-dress-for in between seasons. Today, the sun shone bright, and we hit 62 degrees. Downright balmy for Boston in early March. Believe me, I wanted to go all bright colors and sockless. But after dark, we fell back into chilly...not cold, but chilly. This neutral outfit, with one foot in nice weather and the other in foul weather, bridged the gap just so.

I am, however, far less than neutral in my
baseball loyalty. Call this cap the element that nodded most affirmatively toward Springtime.
p.s Longwing is back, and better than ever. Your turn next, Heavy Tweed.