I don't know why it took this long, but for the first time since everything went down 14 months ago, tonight I found myself strongly longing to read the WASP 101 blog again. The link says that the blog is still operational, but is open to invited readers only. Richard, if you see this, feel free to send me an invitation.
This has been on my mind since Heavy Tweed Jacket deleted his blog earlier this year, apparently for good.
For some bizarre reason, he previously deleted it numerous times whenever he decided to stop writing new posts, restoring the archived posts when he finally decided -- usually months later -- to begin writing new ones again.
He would also sometimes delete individual archived posts during times when his blog was active.
And he would occasionally write new individual posts, then shortly delete them for no apparent reason (like his typically excellent post on raincoats, I believe around April 2013).
What the hell is this guy's problem?!
No one is obligated to continue a blog for any reason -- they've lost interest, gotten too busy, feel they have nothing left to write about, whatever.
But why not leave the blog up for his readers, so that the old posts are still available to be re-read? That takes literally no extra work or time. In fact, it takes extra work and time to take everything down.
And, from his perspective, why would he go to the trouble to write probably the finest historical blog about trad menswear ever, including scanning catalogs and not only taking pictures of his own clothes, but sometimes even taking measurements of them (like comparing the measurements of old-stock Brooks Brothers oxfords to current ones), only to delete it all? It's like he's screwing with us, just because he can. (He even went to the trouble of deleting the blog's robots.txt file, so that the archives can't be found on the Internet Way Back Machine.) Well, the fact is, he's not obligated to leave the archives up either, regardless of how angry and bewildered that it may make me or anyone else. He's not obligated to do anything, and neither is anyone else, regardless of whether you or I like it or think they "should." At times like this, I re-read probably the single best and most useful article I've ever seen, "A Gift for My Daughter" by Harry Browne. This is an easy lesson to forget, regardless of how familiar you are with it; my reaction to Heavy Tweed Jacket proves it. But, in my experience, if you dwell on it long enough, this mentality will eventually permeate your subconscious, and stop emotional reactions to other people's actions from occurring -- most of the time. (If you're interested in a more in-depth version, please see my review of the course Harry gave around the time he wrote this piece. Even better, when you're done, buy the course.) And please keep this lesson in mind if my blog ever disappears, in the unlikely event that you'd care. No one owes you anything, because you have no way to make him pay it.
Theodore Dalrymple has written a nice piece for Takimag.com titled "Slobbery as Snobbery." As you probably surmised from the title, it's not only about the pervasiveness of slobwear today, but theorizes that a big part of the cause is reverse-snobbery, the mentality that no one should rise above anyone else, that dressing elegantly is "elitist," "classicist" and "undemocratic" (my terms, not necessarily Mr. Dalrymple's). I was in a restaurant on Father's Day, and probably 75% of the men I saw were wearing basketball-type shorts with either dirty tennis shoes or flip-flops/sandals, and with either intact t-shirts or "wife-beaters" (t-shirts with the sleeves cut off, which look even worse than tank-tops). I don't understand what's happening in our culture. As Mr. Dalrymple notes, the issue isn't people dressing casually per se, as that can still look appealing; it's that people today seem to be deliberately dressing in the ugliest clothes possible, like they're intentionally trying to become eyesores, to create the maximum possible aesthetic offense to the other people who have to look at them. And, as if that weren't bad enough for a regular day, Father's Day is supposed to be a special day; we seem as a culture to not only be losing the mentality that we should dress in part to be visually pleasing to others as a matter of course, but that dress should reflect the occasion, that we should dress differently to take dad out for his annual special day than we do to mow the lawn. I suppose the good news is that it's hard to imagine things getting any worse. Have we bottomed out yet?
As he does every year around this time, Toad posts an essay from Alabama attorney David A. Bagwell, arguing for Easter over Memorial Day as the earliest permissible day for summer accoutrements. I agree -- it's hot enough for straw hats, seersucker, etc. long before Memorial Day in most -- and probably all -- of the country. Not breaking any of it out until the end of May because of some arbitrary rule, and despite the weather, makes no sense. I get eager for a wardrobe change around this time of year. Like most clotheshorses, my favorite time of year is fall and winter, because we get to dress in layers and to wear the best stuff, like tweed, flannel, and corduroy. But I usually start eyeing my summer stuff in March, when it's still too cold -- then I start counting down to fall by late July, and I'm eyeing my cold weather clothes hard by September, when it's still way too hot. We're supposed to have our first mid-80s days next week, and I'll probably break out my new white bucks then. Regardless, I definitely won't wait for Memorial Day. If you're looking for a compromise, I like Will Boehlke's advice a lot: accumulate some clothes in warm weather fabrics, but in year-round colors. This is especially useful after Labor Day, but it works in early spring too. For example, I wore my navy linen blazer on the first warm day in March.
I don't know why the last updates for some of the other blogs listed on the right side of the page aren't updating (for example, it shows the last update from A Suitable Wardrobe being two months ago, when it was really yesterday). I've triple-checked all of the links and they're all correct, so I don't know what else to do; hopefully it'll resolve itself eventually. It's frustrating, especially since the truth is I started this blog in part just so that I could have a list of all of my favorite blogs in one place, along with the dates of their last updates.
The heat "sealing" method to prevent fraying proved to be inadequate.
So I bought a product from Singer called "Fray No More" at Wal-Mart for $4.00. (The only way to buy it was in a twin-pack with another product called "Sew No More," which apparently is some kind of adhesive thread replacement. I have no desire to try it.)
It's a little bottle of clear liquid with a pointed applicator tip, like a bottle of Elmer's glue. I fortunately had saved the scrap pieces of bands, so I tried it on one first to see if it would stain. It didn't, so I forged ahead with all five bands. Just release the clear gel onto any cut edges and let dry for about 30 minutes. So far, so good.