Day 150: Had to be a handsome one. And this is. It’s our old Vito pattern crossed with a pinpoint linen that used to be the Barrett. Pretty stunning. Yours for $35.
Another reason to be handsome—or, to wear a handsome bow tie: video shoot.
Day 151: This is subtle: see what’s happening? Bias-cut on one half of the bow tie; non-bias cut on the other. See the knot? Cool yeah? Yeah!
Yours for $29.
A good bow tie for a road trip. Above: Jacksonville.
Ellie hand-rolling pocket squares in the car.
Legos at Downtown Disney
Okay, off to a timeshare presentation. Should be glorious!
Blue, red and yellow madras. Only $20 complete with your very own Disney postcard from The Cordial Churchman himself. Email me to claim it at email@example.com
Just for fun, Ive brought a number if beautiful pocket square fabrics to hand sew while we are on a family road trip.
I’ll post them here on the blog and the first person who emails me to claim it gets dibs and from there I’ll explain how to pay. I’ll mail them while on my trip with a post card from Disney world or the like.
So here we go!
Here is the Blake Pocket square (orange and purple gingham)
$20 email me at firstname.lastname@example.org to claim it.
Have I mentioned before that I love our little town? Have I mentioned before that I love our little town’s market? Well, it’s true. I do. This year the Old Town Market is picking up steam. Several new artisans and farmers are with us, including 4 delightful young, first-time farmers from Braeside Farm, which until now was a horse-riding sort of place exclusively. These days they’re growing organic vegetables which taste utterly delicious. And they’re fans of The Perfect Melancholies. The problem with all this Old Town Market awesomeness is that pretty soon they’re going to be able to have ‘real’ bands play and we’ll be too wimpy an act for their profile. May it be so.
Our three children all have different approaches to Market Night. Owen commandeered Cliffe’s stroller and konked out. Cliffe hula hooped. Deacon went around informing people about various scientific observations he had been making. All are appropriate Market Night behaviors, I reckon. This particular night, I just plopped down and listened to the DJ spin his tunes.
Ellie bought a cantaloupe plant. It’ll be dead very soon, I’m sure. Cute though.
The Belles made me this handsome cotton madras bow in classic cut from a repurposed shirt. It’s one of my favorites of the season. And if you ask me, I think it looks like paired with this old Brooks Brothers university striped button down oxford and a TCC blue chambray pocket square with red stitching.
And I got these new glasses recently too. US ARMY brand. Made in China, naturally. But, you know. American.
Such a lovely evening it was that I sat out on the patio and changed my guitar strings. Been playing lots recently between Hill City Church and The Perfect Melancholies. I even began writing a hymn.
I hope you’ll run over to the shop and grab this one-of-a-kind bow. If you don’t—fine—I’ll just wear it for the rest of my life. Probably every week for the rest of my life.
I leave you with a photograph that makes me smile, taken during a chicken dance at Deacon’s preschool end-of-the-year open house. He’s going to miss his best friend and favorite dance partner over the summer. But we’re looking forward to reading lots with him. Kid has a stunning mind.
I almost forgot: Diane! She makes our Market beautiful. Every week.
We have this little ensemble. We call ourselves The Perfect Melancholies when we play at the Old Town Market and other things. We also happen to be the music ensemble for Hill City Church, which is the new church we’re starting in Rock Hill.
Wednesday night was what my old prof used to call a ‘tweener. We played lots of our market tunes (folktified versions of U2 and the Cranberries; a few Over the Rhine, Patty Griffin, and Randy Newman tunes, etc.), but since it was a church BBQ, and the reason we got the gig was because they liked our take on the old hymns one Wednesday night in the church fellowship hall, we played some of those, too.
The home was from the first half of the 19th Century, and was haunted by antebellumness of various sorts. We played on the front porch to a happily BBQ’d audience.
(Above 3 Photos by Bill Marion)
And I wore a snappy combo, perfect for the event—if I must say so myself. Brown chambray on one side; green candy-stripe cotton on the other side, cut in classic shape. Throw in the blue jeans, the suspenders, the new US ARMY eyeglasses, and the bucks, and I think that about did the trick.
Grab this bow tie and get yourself to an antebellum BBQ pronto. Or throw one yourself. Be sure to invite The Perfect Melancholies to play on the front porch.