Ellie made me a really big valentine. She sewed it and painted it. Then she hung it in our room. All this on top of making me a Valentine’s bow tie, pictured here.
For all this–and for the lady that she always is–she wins. Happy Valentine’s Day to the Proprietor of The Cordial Churchman, to the mother of our 3 fantastic boys, to my lifelong fling.
Since the baby was under the weather, we had to cancel our dinner plans. We ate dessert, and lots of it, instead. Not a bad consolation.
But having skipped dinner, I therefore was not obligated to change out of my tweed and red bow tie and into formal dinner attire–a nice change of pace for an aristocrat like myself.
I ran across a blog on men’s formal wear, the writer of which is something of an expert on the subject. He notes the transition in dinner wear from white tie to black tie with a dinner jacket during World War I. Above we have Downton Abbey’s Lord Grantham in traditional dinner apparel; below, the relaxed dinner jacket that came with the war.
The author notes his lordship’s mother’s warm reception of such societal trends:
Lord Grantham: I nearly came down in a dinner jacket tonight.
The Dowager Countess: Really? Well why not a dressing gown? Or, better still, pajamas?
If you haven’t seen Downton Abbey, I hereby forbid you from reading this blog for one more day until you’ve watched at least the whole of Season 1. Get you to the website and start watching!
As a runaway style trendsetter, and with all the authority invested in me as a man of the cloth, I hereby pronounce that appropriate dessert wear with one’s Valentine when you’re stuck home with a sick baby shall henceforth consist of tweed, white oxford, Bill’s Khakis, and a red bow tie. To prepare to comply with this new standard, purchase this one-of-a-kind bow tie turned from a 100% silk necktie, and we’ll throw in the white twinkles for free.
Happy Valentine’s Day,