A Tweed Too Soon

It was truly cold on the coast the other morning and, with cool weather predicted for the City in the afternoon, appeared to be an opportunity to haul out the first tweed of the season. Fortunately, I chose the second-lightest jacket in my wardrobe instead of something heavier and so managed to barely avoid death from heat prostration. As a society we need to do something about inaccurate weather forecasts (forecasters?) for this was truly a tweed worn too soon.

If a premature eagerness to return to cool weather clothing identifies a weakness in my wardrobe, it is because we wear mid-weight clothing for most of the year here, especially in summerless years like the current one. In some climates one moves from the light stuff of summer to mid-weights and then on to heavier things, experiencing a bit of a change along the way. Not here. It is a weakness I am not certain how to address, but one soldiers on.

Riding coat length jacket with crescent pockets, chambray shirt, wool challis bowtie, paisley silk pocket square, twill trousers and slipon shoes.