Tweed and a Pocket Square

Were it not Friday late afternoon, or rather, an early evening, I would be cunningly crafting a bemused but mocking tone, emulating the imminent and ever earnest Scott Schuman, illuminating the utter profound and refined simplicity of the minor details. In this case, a uniquely structured tweed jacket, without collar, sweeping in front and fastened tight with a gold button, embellished with a polka dot silk pocket square. Here, I will reveal my secrets, those finer details left to the imagination in other sartorial ponderings: the pocket square is, in fact, merely a scarf, the tweed jacket an item found hidden between others more box-like and squat, amidst rows of donated items at a consignment shop. I love the amalgamation of brown, cream, and black neutrals, reminiscent of an X chromosome deactivation terrain of calico cats; the polka dots are an ultimately unnecessary, but welcome, flourish.