Driza-bone day! Chocolate brown and smelling of waxed cloth, it has arrived. It had its first outing in Florence teamed up with choccie-brown suede flat boots with thick crepe soles, and longish black underskirt with soft grey cashmere over-dress, so that the skirt swirls a bit at the hem; then the drizy - I've got the shorter one as evidently you need to be quite strong to carry the full length around particularly when wet, and you have to tie it to your legs, so it would have been hard to manage it without a horse really.
Mr HG had received a hat (but has conceded it on a long-term loan) in the same stuff. It didn't actually rain, but I didn't actually want it to get wet, just be a day when I could wear it justifiably, which it was. Galloped into Cibreo for lunch and eyed everybody who got up to leave fiercely to ensure they were in their own coats.
Many women are wearing dear little embroidered damasky coats with contrasting panels of flowers let into the back, very tight and long-sleeved then flaring from waist to hem. But you could see the thought forming that a drizy is essential for the well-dressed latest.
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So glad it arrived and fits well. I was modelling it in shop for M. May take a bit of getting use to, but very cool looking don't you think?
I wouldn't be without mine now I have it, the *perfect* garment for walking the dogs in the worst that Somerset can throw at us. At 6'6" I can handle the large one, (and do so wish I could ride a horse to show it at its best - with my Winchester to hand), and with my Akuba hat and Le Chameau wellies, there is no such thing as bad weather for me. (Though the older I get the less I can cope with a chill wind.)
I am the very model, these days, of the elegant country gent, with hounds to boot (and kick as well); an odd sartorial journey for a hippie of some forty years standing, but, as my dear old dad used to say, and as, I gather, Lord Baden-Powell before him, "Any damn fool can be uncomfortable".
3/4 length coats a no-no, as the rain soaks your trousers.
I shall bring it when we come to visit, HG, and we can model them for the locals.
'A bit of getting used to,' Anon?
Duck to water, so to speak. Positively swaggering in piazza S. Ambrogio. Very cosy too, as the wind can't cut through.
We are not all 6'6", Elby so the 3/4 it is for me.
I'm struck by the similarity of cut with a loden - that same pleated flare at the back to keep your horse dry as well as yourself.
The locals, perhaps I should warn you E, wear camouflage, and carry various weapons - machetes hooked onto the back of their trousers and beautifully kept rifles hooked over their arms. When the uniform is official they have sidearms too, though not the rifles at the same time. But they will acknowledge a fine piece of country wear, particularly with a couple of dogs like yours. Theirs are mostly what they call 'Eenglish settairs'.
And there was me gearing up for another round in the Microsoft vs. Apple argument!
Ah yes, the weapons question. I don't know if you watched The Wire, HG, but one of the many fine characters, indeed, the finest in my opinion, and a creation Shakespeare would have been proud of, was a gay ruffian named Omar, who made his living heisting other gangsters' deals.
He wore a drizabone - unbottoned, carrying a concealed sawn-off shotgun in one hand.
Omar, with drizabone and (unconcealed) shotgun, from L's blog
As for Settairs, these are Somerset Redneck Hillbilly Hippy Terriers, a rare breed, and one to be treasured.
Yacht, It's wall to wall fashion talk here. Macs, dogs, guns, utes, lunch. You know Elby, dedicated fashion leader.
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