Excellent Trad combo.
Is that Barbara Cartland's phone behind the pooch?
Richie! Let's go chase a few DRAGONS to get you out of this slump. Nice ensemble.Tick-Tock what's up with the clock?
Gas Fireplace? Should get a real one...
Monsieur Canard,I have a vivid memory of getting my lunch handed to me during a bar fight. You see, there was this beautiful woman sitting alone at the bar and I started to chat her up. Her boyfriend, who had just returned from a tour of duty, was none too happy about my overt advances...or maybe he wasn't happy that his girlfriend was reciprocating...anyway, he beat the crap out of me. But what was most memorable about the whole event was that when I was laying there on the ground, bleeding, trying to catch my breath, this punk from the crowd decided I needed one last lick so he kicked me in ribs. At which point the crowd turned on him. The bloodbath that ensued was exponentially worse than that which was handed to me.P.S. Richie, I was going to suggest you light the fire for the pix. Might seem more cozy.
First of all I would like to say I enjoy your blog. I would also like to say that Im a senior in high school, and more of the grown men talk more crap about you than the majority of the dramatic girls in school talk about eachother. And the loafers are great!
Anon, to be fair, even a dramatic high school girl wouldn't make a spectacle of herself on this scale.
I really don't get the striped tie with a plaid shirt, or vice versa. Lines seem to clash in my eyes. Otherwise, quite good.Also definitely prefer this new Worthington to the old one. Even if he's falling into the dubious womanizing tales just like our main author.
Great ensemble! Nice tattersal, suede tassel loafers, and argyle hose.
You dress more like a Southern aristocratic dandy than a WASP and you often combine too many patterns and colors to be at all tasteful.Bright colors, especially in a WASP world, are meant for spring and summer, not mid-February.You give a bad name to WASP fashion with this blog... and learn to iron for God's sake...
Dick, Who's the man behind the curtain? The recent offerings from Worthington --- as opposed to those of Worthington I --- clearly are written by someone else...someone who no doubt is taking great pleasure in this scamfest. Sharp cookies surround themselves with people who are smarter than themselves; and if they're true hustlers, get them to do their bidding. You're a lot smarter than I've given you credit for being. But buy a pair of captoes to wear with your suits.P.S. Tell your wife I said "Hey."P.P.S. Tell your dog my pit bull says "Hey."P.P.P.S. Tell whoever is writing the Worthington stuff that my imaginary friend Dickington says, "Word up, homeboy."
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