Everyone I know deliberately waits to tie their shoes until they find a handsome brick wall and a lush patch of clover. Context is key.
Today's bow tie is the much coveted, and--except for this one--sold out, Buchanan in narrow butterfly. All wool. Festive but classic. A conservative palate but with some punch nonetheless. We can't seem to re-source this fabric, so this may be your last shot at it ever. Not meaning to get all apocalyptic on you. Just thought you should know.
I started the day out at the dentist. Speaking of apocalyptic, I found myself in a long, painful wait in the waiting room, and figured it would be appropriate to read from a disturbed minor prophet. My mouth is pretty numb right now. But I'm trying my very best not to drool on the Buchanan.
My dentist is really great. She talks pop culture while she drills and fills, and she always compliments me on my ability to sit still and bear the discomfort. (The tattoo artist said the same.) She and the dental assistant spent half the time talking about how they just don't get Twitter. It was kind of unfortunate. Sorry, Twitter, I couldn't stick up for you because my mouth was otherwise occupied. I even tried to pull out my iPhone while being worked on to at least visually demonstrate what the devil Twitter was.
Run over and grab this Buchanan now before it's gone forever.