Emerson: “The Snow Storm”

February 3, 2011

Okay, I promise no more snow poems. For a while, at least. But indulge me with this last one, Ralph Waldo Emerson’s “The Snow Storm”:

    “Announced by all the trumpets of the sky,
    Arrives the snow, and, driving o’er the fields,
    Seems nowhere to alight: the whited air
    Hides hills and woods, the river and the heaven,
    And veils the farm-house at the garden’s end.
    The sled and traveller stopped, the courier’s feet
    Delayed, all friends shut out, the housemates sit
    Around the radiant fireplace, enclosed
    In a tumultuous privacy of Storm.”

Thrifty Thursday: “Pen West” Spring Pendleton neck tie

February 3, 2011
Everyone is getting excited for Spring with all of the new deliveries in stores, cataloges and spring look books surfacing. This tie has that “Easter Sunday” feel, a little nostalgic when being dressed up in some unfortunate pastels for family events. I found it at River Market Antiques. Jack, one of the menswear booth owners, always brings in some legit stuff and for $8, I couldn’t say “No” to a Pendleton.

I’ve never even heard of Pen West: a division of Pendleton before and the internets had nothing to say either. Anybody find anything? This tie will look dope with a pair of rolled chinos, a button down and some saddle shoes.

Thrifty Thursday: pencil tie bar

February 3, 2011
Tie bars and tie clasps. That’s what I’ve been on the prowl for lately when thrifting, antiquing, and garage sailing. The wells are dry in the quirky committee and winter is in full force. I’ll have to wait till spring for people to really clean out their garages and grandparent’s drawers. Then, more treasures will surface. Until then, I’ve been browsing around on the internets and Etsy.com is usually an untapped resource when it comes to finding mens goods.
no. 2 Lead Pencil tie bar from gallogrotte

Writing utensil + Utiliatarian menswear accessory = Pencil tie bar. Snag it before I do.

(SORT OF) WANT: Nightshirt

February 3, 2011

How much do I want a night shirt? Not a lot. But this still looks comfortable.

revseam  night shirt $70, was $170.
 save 100 bones! (photo credit steven alan) 

Ebenezer Scrooge, anyone? Nothing would bring me more joy than to lounge in this with a glass of scotch, a pipe and a pair of slippers as I ease into a book that I’ve been putting off on a miserable winter day.


February 2, 2011

The view from my desk in Chicago. It’s a good day for writing.

Back in the farm country of rural southwest Missouri, one of my old man’s favorite pastimes during our occasional white Christmases is to read “Snow-Bound,” an 1866 narrative poem by John Greenleaf Whittier. It reminisces about the getting stuck in the family homestead and hunkering down to tell stories to each other in front of the fire.

Here’s a taste of the longer version:
A chill no coat, however stout,
Of homespun stuff could quite shut out,
A hard, dull bitterness of cold,
That checked, mid-vein, the circling race
Of life-blood in the sharpened face,
The coming of the snow-storm told.
Meanwhile we did our nightly chores,
Brought in the wood from out the doors,
Littered the stalls, and from the mows
Raked down the herd’s-grass for the cows;
Heard the horse whinnying for his corn;
And, sharply clashing horn on horn,
Impatient down the stanchion rows
The cattle shake their walnut bows.

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