I wish I could join the festivities, but alas I must work. However, I am celebrating National Seersucker Day in a sack suit of the traditional blue and white cotton version. I note that it has so far garnered 3 separate compliments from strangers as well as one from my wife. As fellow commenter Heinz-Ulrich frequently points out, people notice and seem pleased to see someone going beyond the usual Tees, shorts, and fleece. That’s not why I dress this way, but it is a nice side effect.
I hope that pictures of the event will be posted here tomorrow.
Way to stay true, C-vile! National Seersucker Day went mostly unnoticed this year. I’m on the lookout for a pair of vintage navy and cream wingtip spectators for next year. Bow tie by chance?
Thank you, Hardbopper. No bow tie with the seersucker this time, although I do wear a bow once a week or so. In the 90s, when I was living/working in Washington, DC, seersucker and cotton poplin, being both cool and relatively cheap, were probably the most common summer suit among 20- and 30-somethings on the Hill and in the law firms downtown. Now, any sort of suit is unusual enough to elicit a double-take, or sometimes garner a compliment.
Well done, Charlottesville! Alas, my own traditional seersucker number will have to wait patiently until the latter half of August when things begin clanking into action on campus once more.
Thanks, H-U. You missed a fine opportunity during your recent sojourn in New Orleans. Lunch or dinner at Galatoire’s, a Pimm’s Cup at Napoleon House, or just a simple promenade down Royal Street would have been the perfect occasion for seersucker. And working from home today, I am wearing a seersucker shirt with khakis and camp mocs, so there remain untapped opportunities even before the campus returns to life.
I outgrew (around the midsection, alas) my beloved and too-seldom-worn seersucker sport coat. But I still have some good trousers in that material! They’re a godsend on hot days when I don’t want to share my hi-vis legs with the world.
I wish I could join the festivities, but alas I must work. However, I am celebrating National Seersucker Day in a sack suit of the traditional blue and white cotton version. I note that it has so far garnered 3 separate compliments from strangers as well as one from my wife. As fellow commenter Heinz-Ulrich frequently points out, people notice and seem pleased to see someone going beyond the usual Tees, shorts, and fleece. That’s not why I dress this way, but it is a nice side effect.
I hope that pictures of the event will be posted here tomorrow.
Way to stay true, C-vile! National Seersucker Day went mostly unnoticed this year. I’m on the lookout for a pair of vintage navy and cream wingtip spectators for next year. Bow tie by chance?
Thank you, Hardbopper. No bow tie with the seersucker this time, although I do wear a bow once a week or so. In the 90s, when I was living/working in Washington, DC, seersucker and cotton poplin, being both cool and relatively cheap, were probably the most common summer suit among 20- and 30-somethings on the Hill and in the law firms downtown. Now, any sort of suit is unusual enough to elicit a double-take, or sometimes garner a compliment.
Well done, Charlottesville! Alas, my own traditional seersucker number will have to wait patiently until the latter half of August when things begin clanking into action on campus once more.
Kind Regards,
H-U
Thanks, H-U. You missed a fine opportunity during your recent sojourn in New Orleans. Lunch or dinner at Galatoire’s, a Pimm’s Cup at Napoleon House, or just a simple promenade down Royal Street would have been the perfect occasion for seersucker. And working from home today, I am wearing a seersucker shirt with khakis and camp mocs, so there remain untapped opportunities even before the campus returns to life.
Best wishes,
C-ville
I outgrew (around the midsection, alas) my beloved and too-seldom-worn seersucker sport coat. But I still have some good trousers in that material! They’re a godsend on hot days when I don’t want to share my hi-vis legs with the world.