If it was good enough for John Muir, it’s good enough for me.
I’ve started wearing wool in cool weather. A wool t-shirt is my best clothing find of the decade—it stays dry and takes WEEKS to get smelly. Kid you not. But I also started wearing wool bike shorts and bike jerseys. They are indeed very comfy in cool weather. I presume wool socks resist smelliness as well, so I’ve been wearing them more as well. I have zero foot awareness when I wear wool so they’re probably working in various ways (I’m not real picky there anyway).
I’m going to expand my wool world.
I’m going to start wearing wool tweed every day. Martha goes to thriftstores every week to get her wool artwork sweaters. She fills my orders, too, as she can. I’ve put tweed on the list. So I’m hoping to eventually get some light, medium and heavy wool tweed trousers and blazers in a variety of color-patterns. So I’ll be set for $50 total, but whoever can afford it, please patronize the new wool people so they don’t quit making it.
Tweed is good because it’s glamorous…and it doesn’t show dirt.
It’s classy. It’s supposedly formal. But I’m betting that it’s going to work to beat the band. It’ll keep me warm and dry and I’ll be able to park the bike anytime and stroll in and order a pint in style.
I’m going to start hiking, paddling and biking around here in wool much more often.
Martha likes the idea of me in a matching 3-piece brown suit. We’ll see. I can accept that. But I’m also going to mix’n’match.
I’ve had a thick wool Stetson Winston hat in the past but the kids stomped on it when they were too young to know better or be stopped in time. I also let it shrink. Now I know hats. So I’m replacing it. With a tweed version. Oh yeah! It’s a great Michigan winter hat.
Our friend Lindy says I’m going to be the Professor. Whatever!
When I finally find the right Raleigh Super Course in bronze green or coffee, the makeover will be complete.
I’ll then order some wicker panniers—for Martha (but I can borrow them).
Then, someday if one of my books strikes it rich I’ll order a Rivendell tweed saddlebag. Ooooh… Some may then hurl the insult “bagmatcher” at me, but I’ll accept it with pride.
