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Freshly Shod…

26 Saturday Jun 2021

Posted by thegentlemanfarmer in Family, Living, Passages, Relationships, Style, time

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boarding school, camp moccasins, children, clothing, college, contemplation, days, family, l. l. bean, life, lost youth, memory, parenting, scad, southern boys, time, woodberry forest school, years, youth

Recently, while sorting through the debris of my life, I came across this book, a reminder of my younger days.

So started a post never completed from July, 2014.  Lord, seven years ago, and I am trying desperately to remember who I was and why I was.

Seven years ago, my oldest had just finished his freshman year at college, living away from home, in a big house with a group of guys, enjoying the summer of knowing that he made it, at least through one year, and that he was on his own.

At the time, the house on Henry, though it never looked this good…

Seven years ago, my youngest was getting ready to ship off to his first year of boarding school.  He was getting an early start, in order to practice with the varsity soccer team.

At the time, gazing into his future…

Seven years ago, I think the chapter in question was this

If I took any of this seriously, forgive me…

Seven years ago, I think the Freshly Shod refers to these

Good ol’ LL…

Seven years ago, I found my inspiration to buy these from this

As I stated earlier, if I took any of this seriously, forgive me…

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Three Weeks Is Enough!

04 Monday Aug 2014

Posted by thegentlemanfarmer in Living, Style, time

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beards, braun cruzer, everyman jack, gillette atra, hair, merkur, old school, safety razor, shaving, shaving brush, soufflé dish

Time to shave.

enough...

touch of grey…

I don’t care whether you’re a boy or a girl, whether it’s a face or a pair of legs, shaving is a chore.

Of course, there are the tools of the trade.

I only break out the Braun when the beard gets thick.

charged and waiting...

charged and waiting…

I have no idea who gave me the brush and no one at Totem Hall is complaining about a missing soufflé dish.

just add soap...

just add soap…

We shop at a local organic co-op and though this stuff by Everyman Jack isn’t organic, it’s sold there, which should count for something.  Right?

politically correct...

politically correct…

I found this vintage Merkur safety razor with its handy dandy vintage case and just had to have it.  I use this bad boy first; you got to love and respect the old school.

men only...

men only…

The first razor I ever bought with my own money from my own job, the Gillette Atra; it is the finisher.  Enough said!

my first...

my first…

Now, beard done, and it’s time to move on to eyebrow, ear, nose, and back hair, no pictures, oh, the joy of aging…

 

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Ooh, Ooh That Smell…

06 Sunday Jul 2014

Posted by thegentlemanfarmer in Blogs, Music, Style

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a suitable wardrobe, audio player, bespoke, cologne, creed tabarone, gary cooper, patrick watson, pepe le pew, shinedown, smells, the average guy's guide to style, the eagles, the wall street journal

A week or so ago, The Wall Street Journal ran a guy article on the ins and outs, the do’s and don’ts, of wearing cologne.

so that's the secret...

so that’s the secret…

Crazy enough, the day before the Journal article came out, one of my favorite internet gent sites, A Suitable Wardrobe, discussed manly spring scents.

Then, to top it all off, right before the Fourth, another favorite, The Average Guy’s Guide to Style, devoted a column to the very same subject.

Something is in the air.

This is the deal. In my never ending quest to be fashion forward, hip, and groovy, I do my best to slavishly follow the advice offered by these cyber man-stylists. Off I go, in search of the most perfect bespoke suits, the most perfect bespoke shirts, the most perfect bespoke shoes, the most perfect bespoke hat, all accompanied by the most perfect accessories in socks, ties, pocket squares, braces, cufflinks, underwear, and cologne. This is the self-image I desire.

someday i swear it…

So of course I went out and bought a bottle of Creed Tabarone, which promised me “a sensual yet very masculine scent”, perfect for the Gentleman Farmer.

now in storage...

now in storage…

Only it didn’t work out that way. In the end, it’s the smell. Who would have thought, right? Cologne smells, which means I smell, and not in a good way either. No matter how I apply it, whether direct to the skin, wafted into the air, scented on the pocket square; it’s no good. I end up like this guy.

me and pepe

Not good…

Slight programming note, I’ve added an audio player to share music, because, well, why not, just another insight into the mind of the Gentleman Farmer. Like everything in life, there are a few “technical” difficulties. Based on my experience, the player works well enough with Safari and Explorer, not so much with Firefox. Please enjoy my Recent Background Noise.

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Farm Fashionable

17 Thursday Apr 2014

Posted by thegentlemanfarmer in Gentleman Farming, Passages, Style, Totem Hall

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arrow, brooks brothers, business chores, clothing, cov-ver, farm chores, filson, fishing, hay, hens, home chores, hunting, jc penny, koi fish, long leaf pine, polo ralph lauren, quarter horses, russell moccasin, sears, st. john's bay, wigwam

clothes of the trade...

clothes of the trade…

Back in the day, before the deluge of the modern mail order catalog, I eagerly used to await the latest Sears or JC Penny wish book. Once I had the catalog in my hands, I would carefully go through the pages, picking this and that for some vaguely defined executive future. Happily ensconced in the world of Sears and JC Penny, I put together many an outfit to wear to the office, on the golf course, at supper, in the garden.

Here we are now; flashed forward forty plus years, and those early dreams of an outfit here and an outfit there did not quite turn out as planned. Dress at Totem Hall is nothing but practical. Horses, chickens, pine trees, hay fields, vegetable crops, fruit trees, and koi fish demand nothing less, and those are just the living entities that want attention. I have not mentioned the pool, barn, home, fencing, drive, studio, well house, all of which have their particular care and needs.

Above, spread out over the bed, is my day. Below is my day, in detail.

the basics...

the basics…

• Underwear
Brooks Brothers and Polo Ralph Lauren
(age and, well, age means boxers instead of briefs)
(southern boys always wear crew neck tee shirts, always)

the arrow collar man...

the arrow collar man…

• Shirt
Brooks Brothers
(the ubiquitous button down, worn out, frayed, usually Brooks Brothers)

might as well have the best...

might as well have the best…

• Pants
Filson
(if there is a better pair to hunt, fish, farm, garden, chore, or spreadsheet in, show me)

these boots are made for...

these boots are made for…

• Socks & Boots
Wigwam and Russell Moccasin
(heavy-duty, warm, need to fill the boots)
(ma’am, just bury me in my boots, please)

warmth...

warmth…

• Jacket
St. John’s Bay
(goodwill find, wish it had pockets, absolutely love it and I like browns)

the finishing touch...

the finishing touch…

• Hat
Cov-Ver
(my best buddy, very floppy, much worn in, much loved)

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Recent Background Noise

Perhaps my ennui stems from David Bowie's death. I read somewhere that we should consider ourselves lucky to have lived at the same time he did. I do. Many years ago, there was a girl in my secondary school, Debbie P., who was very hip, very groovy, and very pretty. Now I attended Catholic schools and so, as you might imagine, we had to wear uniforms, except, of course, for after-school activity, and that's where I get to the point of the story. Our school was putting on its big play of the year, I had a small part, Debbie was working backstage. One evening during rehearsal she showed up wearing a Ziggy Stardust tee-shirt. I was young, naive, not hip, not groovy, and not knowing who the ambiguous Ziggy might be. During the weekend that followed that rehearsal, I went to a record store and discovered just what David Bowie was all about. It was a transforming experience. Now some forty years later, I farm, David is dead, and Debbie is into Christian rock bands. Did I say ennui...

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