Saturday, December 1, 2012
Fours In Hand? Four In Hands? Four Ins Hand?
These days, I only wear four-in-hand knots unless I'm wearing a tie that's too skinny to support anything smaller than a Windsor. This day reminded me of why: A good one bows out to the right before swinging back to respectability. Note also that this particular tie (had for free as part of an introductory offer from Charles Tyrrwhit, sort of a tight faux-grenadine texture) has a rear blade that bows outward even further to peek around the big trunk on the front. Quite mischievous.
Obviously, between the tattersall shirt and the tweed jacket, I'm not going to court in this outfit unless it's an emergency. But if I have to, the judge won't be offended, and at least I'll be warm back in lockup if they step me back for contempt. I sure wish this jacket had a throat latch.
Mothers-in-law, attorneys general...